Jerry? In New York?

Davis's POV

“Wh…at?” My voice broke as I heard Vincent's words. My muscles froze, including my ability to think for some seconds.

“Grace left?” I asked again gently, “To where?” A deep frown found its way to my face.

“We don't know, Don” Vincent replied and I growled, hitting the car steering,

“How on earth will a grown-up adult of twenty-six leave the residence filled with so many fucking men to guard the place and no one knew when she left and where the fuck she went to!”

Vincent didn't respond.

“What about Helen?”

“She is with Adrianna,” he replied. I raked my hand through my hair as I wanted to roar in anger, but couldn't.

It was with the same anger that I stepped on the accelerator and drove back to the mansion.

“What the fuck am I paying those fuckers for?” I roared. They are just useless. They cannot handle anything at all. They were the same fucking reason Grace had come into the dungeon that day when they knew clearly they were supposed to stop her.

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