Chris's POV

“Come to me, let's get out of here," I said with my hands stretched out towards Kamille, despite Zeke's deadly glares.

Earlier on, I stood outside the grand Manor mansion. My men moved swiftly with precise and accurate actions. We had already dealt with the outer perimeter—Zeke’s security, the Manor family’s guards, and even the police who had dared to interfere.

I never expected to have the grand reception in the living room. In that instant, only one ...