Emanuel’s P.O.V.
“What exactly happened, and why did her mother leave that gun with her? She is still underage,” Nicholas asked me worriedly while changing our clothes for riding.
“I don’t know, but I got the information that two armed men had been seen around her home this morning,” I told him truthfully what my security personnel there had messaged me.
“What? For her? You also live there,” he shrieked in a suppressed voice, shocked by what I told him.
“You are right, but one of them had a target on her side of the wall, probably her window for any opening. He was on the roof of the fifth villa from the right of my villa. No one lives there,” I replied to him and fastened the belt around my waist.
I knew Nicholas had so many questions, but this wasn’t the place where we could discuss
