Chapter 300
- Allesio’s POV
- The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Alaric sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his jaw clenched, fingers drumming impatiently against the polished wood. Around him, his most trusted men stood at attention, awaiting orders.
- “She only took her car and even that’s untraceable. No flights booked in her name. No trace of her anywhere,” one of the men reported.