Chapter 62

Adrian's POV

Pacing back and forth, hands dipped into my pockets, I restlessly circled around my living room, my mind racing with thoughts of Violet like a whirlwind. It had been a week since she'd vanished, leaving me with nothing but unanswered questions and a gnawing sense of desperation. Where was she? Why did she leave without a word? I'd gone to the hospital the next day only to find out she'd left...

Nothing was making sense anymore. That prick, Xavier, was the one running the company now. He was rather proud, I had to admit. I'd met him several times to make inquiries about Violet, but little Mr. CEO was always either "about to head out for a meeting" or "in the middle of preparing for something important"—the exact words he'd used on me on five different occasions. I'd met Claire too, and she seemed to not know where her boss was; even her house was empty...

To top it all, he always managed to keep a smug expression on his face, and each time he spoke, he sounded more amused