Two weeks later.

That night was dark. There was a thunderstorm when Katrina drove into Landon's compound without a security guard. That was unusual of her.

Her fist clenched tightly, and her gaze hardened, filled with uncontrollable anger as she sauntered into the house.

“Landon!" She roared, pushing the door open, and when she found herself in the sitting room, Landon was nowhere to be found.

She was too curious to find him and didn't bother to wait for his arrival. She walked up the staircase and went in search of him in the bedroom.

A few minutes later, she came downstairs after having searched the whole house but there...