"Let me ask you one more time—where's the girl who came with me?" Nick's voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it, like a storm about to break.
Anyone could tell his patience was running on fumes.
The Countess clenched her fingers, her face finally registering a hint of understanding. "You mean that girl? Didn't you see the maid take her upstairs to change? I'll have someone bring her down right now."
With that, she motioned for the butler.
He dashed upstairs, only to return in under two minutes, looking as if he'd seen a ghost. "Madam, there's a problem. Fiona's dead."
The Countess's face turned ashen. "What did you just say? And where's the girl?"
"There's no one up there. Every room on the second floor is empty. She's just...gone."
"How is this even possible?" the Countess murmured, more to herself than anyone else.
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, she couldn't hide it any longer and blurted out to everyone, "The Earl was ambushed and injured. That girl might be tied to whoever's behind this..."
The room erupted like a shaken bottle of soda.
No wonder the mansion's alarms suddenly blared—something serious was going down.
Nick shot a piercing glare at the Countess, fed up with her theatrics. "Enough. You've got three minutes to bring my sister back, or I won't hesitate to level this place."
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