It was an autumn afternoon, with leaves carpeting the ground like a river of gold.
At a villa in the Caelmoor suburbs, a convoy of all-black SUVs rolled in, sleek and imposing-seven or eight cars, easy.
The housekeepers inside tried to block them, but what could they really do against twenty-plus men in black?
An elderly maid was forcibly dragged out and brought in front of Elaria. She was shaking like a leaf, eyes full of panic.
Elaria's gaze was icy. "Where's Bianca?"
The old maid pretended she didn't hear, looking shifty and muttering nonsense.
Elaria didn't press her, brushing past calmly and striding into the grand foyer, with Annie and a squad of imposing security guards following close behind.
Bianca was sprawled lazily on the couch, enjoying a face mask, when
