Raven Blackwood’s POV:

If he wanted her, he would have to forget I exist.

Hours passed, and there was no sign of Valerie. Anger bulged through my veins, though I tried my best to stay calm until I couldn’t. I stood up, walking to the receptionist, “Tell me her apartment number.”

“Sir… please try to understand this is against our customer’s privacy policy.” She smiled at me.

“Do I look like an idiot to you?” My jaw clenched.

“N-no… Sir,” She trembled visibly. Sweat ...