Lucian’s POV

“What do you mean she has escaped?” I demanded, clenching my teeth.

Frank fixed his gaze on me, standing tall with both hands resting behind his back while I remained seated in my swivel chair.

“Somebody interrupted us,” he explained. My rage boiled over, and I pounded the table with my hands, the sound echoing throughout my office.

“Who was it?” I inquired. My face was gloomy.

“We don’t know,” He briefly answered. I glanced at ...