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Liam Blande.

There's no security guard, not even the doorman is in the asshole's house.

That's enough to confirm my suspicions.

The entrance gate of cars is closed, so I get out of the car and go to the lonely entrance gate that was only closed by a latch.

I recharge my gun, and use my possession to break down the door.

- Kendell! - I realise that she will answer me back.

The need I have to hear your voice is insane.

I go in and I don't see anything out of place around the room, and I hope that bastard didn't take her out of here.

Through my search, his beautiful soaked and frightened eyes met mine, the bastard is holding my Kendell as a hostage, threatening to stick a syringe in his neck.

And incredible as it may seem, my anger for him is lost, due to the insane attention I paid in Kendell's state.

What the fuck did he do to her? What the fuck are these dress and hair?

Why is her face made up like that?