My death?

Getting out of the cab, I rushed inside the tall skyscraper. Chad met me before the elevator.

"She's still here. But I'm not sure which floor she is on," he said. His purple strands were ruffled, pointing to the amount of times he ran his fingers through them. "But she's not with Elizabeth, nor are there any meetings she needs to attend. Even Mr. De Sylvano isn't present."

I frowned. She wasn't a shareholder of Rossa anymore, so she couldn't attend any meetings even if there were any. Then why was she here especially when Syl wasn't present? She knew very well he wouldn't tolerate her presence in Rossa at all.

Only she can answer that.

"Let's find out." I turned around and he followed.

"But how? And may I know what she has done exactly? Why are you after her?"

"I'm not after her, Chad. She is after me," I said, approaching the receptionist.

"How?"

"Later Chad." As the receptionist saw me approaching, she was instantly on her feet. A sweet smile lit her features.

"Ms. Brook