Make Up

The next morning.

The whole Raymonds Estate was in a state of chaos.

Be it the guards maids or even the members of the family, they were running everywhere and searching all the nooks and crannies of the humongous residence. They left no stone unturned. But alas, all their efforts were futile.

Duke Raymonds, a middle aged man wearing a khaki robe paced through the decorated corridor. His chiselled face was twisted into a grimace. He himself had participated in the search, using his level 9 senses to the fullest. And he found nothing.

"Fuck!" The man cursed as he increased the rapidity of his steps even further. His strong strides almost left cracks on the wooden floor. "This is not kidnapping. This is escape!" He shouted, his voice echoing throughout the premises.

Soon, another man joined him in the walk.