Chapter 52: Escape

“What is she doing?! Her room is on the third floor!”

Heather quickly dialed another number.

“Sam, did you see the surveillance?” His tone was icy.

“Yes, sir, we’re on our way,” Sam replied, panting heavily, clearly running.

“Protect her, don’t let her get hurt!” Heather growled through gritted teeth.

Steve's eyes widened, his mouth half-open. “Are you... are you keeping Prisley locked up? Is she trying to escape?”

Heather's face was dark, and he remained silent.

“Heather, she’s going to hate you for this. Trust me, I know her,” Steve continued to buzz around him.

“You know her personality, right? She’s too strong-willed to give in easily. The more you suppress her, the more stubborn she’ll become…”

“Shut up! You talked too much!” Heather finally snapped at Steve.

Heather pressed the intercom button on his desk. “Tell Peter to prepare the car. I need to go home immediately.”

“This is none of your business, get out,” he said curtly to Steve.

Heather was beginning to sweat lightly. Pris