Michael's fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he dialled Xander's number for the fifth time. The call went straight to voicemail.
Michael's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. "Xander, where are you?" he growled, leaving a curt message.
He waited, tapping his foot impatiently. No response.
Michael's face darkened, anger simmering beneath the surface. "Unbelievable," he muttered, starting the engine.
"I'll drive myself. And when I get the chance, Xander's gone."
The mansion's splendour unfolded before Samantha as Michael pulled up to the entrance. She stepped out of the car, her eyes widening in awe.
The sweeping driveway, manicured lawns, and crystal-chandeliered foyer left her breathless.
"Wow," she whispered, her gaze roaming the majestic interior.
Michael's expression re
