Chapter 173

YSABELLE

I paced back and forth in the living room, fury lingered inside of me at what Cleo did to my Dad.

It's been an hour since we arrived home and we couldn't find my aunt in every corner of this house.

I know she knows where Cleo is.

“Belle, calm down–”

“HOW CAN I?!” I can't help but raise my voice at Ronan, who only sighs as he massages his temple. “Cleo shot my Dad, and God knows if he's still alive or completely buried down a hundred feet away from the ground!”

“My people are already searching the area where Paul has last seen your Dad.”

I turned my back on him with my hands resting on my waist.

Paul was already in the hands of the police. He will face multiple cases and he should expect that.

But, the problem is, he doesn't know where Cleo is. They are in contact through a burner phone, but the whole day, Cleo didn't call him.

We are also investigating her ex-fiancee Tristan, hoping that she will call him and ask for help.

But knowing Cleo’s personality, she never asked for