Writer’s POV

“Fucking speak properly!!” Andre boomed.

She closed her eyes and flinches back a bit. “Mr Knight, Miss Ryan is not in your mansion!”

“What?!!”

He frowns and checks his wrist watch. *It should be so early in the morning over there…where could she have gone?*

He walks towards a couch and sits down…he dialed a number and waits for a while as it’s ringing.

“Hello, Mr Knight?”

“Natalie… where’s my Angel?” He asked.

“Oh, Miss Ryan left with her luggage yesterday….”

Andre sprint up immediately.. his heart suddenly beating fast and his breath quickens.

He frown slightly as he tries to keep his breath even but fails…his chest...