Bjorn’s rage tore through the room like a hurricane

The living room of the Rodriguez Manor was a scene of chaos. Broken furniture and shattered glass littered the floor as Bjorn’s rage tore through the room like a hurricane. His face was twisted in fury, his eyes wild as he grabbed Alora by the arm and yanked her forward. She was crying, her cheeks streaked with tears, as she tried to shield herself from his blows.

Bjorn’s voice boomed, shaking the walls. “Because of you! Because of you, I couldn’t find Andrine!” he roared, each word cutting through the air like a knife.

Alora sobbed, her voice a pitiful whimper as she cried out, “Help!” Her blue eyes were wide with terror, and she flinched with every movement Bjorn made.

Maximilian, standing a few feet away, was frozen in shock. The Rodriguez bodyguards had him restrained, their grips tight as they held him back. His eyes darted frantically, filled with disbelief. “What are you doing, Bjorn? Stop!” he shouted, struggling against the hold of the guards. But they were under orders, and