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TWENTY FIVE | Need To Find Her
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2023-11-12 18:49:55[VLADIMIR]
"WHERE IN THE FUCKING HELL DID SHE GO?" I roar, my frustration and anger boiling over. If I could, I would demolish this entire mansion in my rage, but what I truly crave is the certainty that I will find her. I'll do whatever it takes.
"We've searched almost everywhere," Antonio replies, panting and clearly exhausted from the frantic searching. He's been running in and out of the mansion, desperate to locate Zarina.
And yet, we've come up empty-handed.
"I don't think she's in the mansion anymore," Michael chimes in, his voice brimming with misplaced confidence, which only fuels my irritation. Right now, I'm not in the mood for his usual swagger. In fact, it annoys the hell out of me.
"That's exactly what I'm asking. Where the hell did she go?" I direct my glare at Antonio, who visibly tenses under the weight of my fierce and annoyed voice. He knows all too well that angering me is never a wise move.
However, inst
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