Then my face hardened. Without waiting for his reply, I hung up and switched off my phone.
But only moments later, pounding fists rattled my door.
The lock had barely turned when a powerful force slammed it open, throwing me back.
Before I could react, several bodyguards pinned me to the ground.
And Hubert stormed inside, footsteps heavy and furious, tearing through my home in search of Lianna.
My small two-bedroom apartment had been turned upside down by his men.
Yet he still found nothing.
"Didn't you say Lianna was unclogging a sewer? Where is she?"
His face flushed red as he stormed up to me, voice booming with rage.
Seeing him like this, a wicked satisfaction curled in my chest.
Revenge tasted sweet.
I raised my brows, speaking slowly, almost lazily, "I only said she was unclogging a sewer. I never said it was in my house. Maybe she's unclogging one at your driver's place. Why don't you check there?"
Hubert's eyes went cold. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked hard.
"Drop the sarcasm," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll ask you one last time—where are you hiding Lianna?"