Chapter 3

Billy stood near the window of his office, one hand clenched into a fist. He paid no attention at all to the city view outside. His phone was still in his grip, the screen dark after the last call ended.

The door opened slowly. Cakra entered with a cautious expression.

“Young Master,” he said.

Billy did not turn around. “Say it quickly!”

Cakra swallowed. “The post you saw earlier is gone.”

Billy turned sharply. “What do you mean?”

“The account that uploaded the photo can no longer be found,” Cakra continued. “Most likely it has been deleted or… you were blocked.”

“What?” Billy’s voice rose. “Blocked?”

“Yes, Young Master.”

Billy let out a short, dry laugh, devoid of humor. “She dares to block me?”

His fist clenched tighter. “So now she runs away, gets married, and then disappears just like that?”

“We’re still trying to track her digital footprint,” Cakra said quickly. “But it seems she prepared everything very carefully.”

“Prepared?” Billy snorted. “She’s not that smart.”

Cakra chose to remain silent.

Billy rubbed his face roughly. His chest felt tight, not because of loss, but because of the anger that kept piling up.

“Get out,” he said coldly.

“Yes, Young Master.”

Once Cakra left, Billy slammed his phone onto the table. A loud sound echoed through the room.

“Shameless woman,” he muttered.

Before he could calm himself, the door opened again. This time, Donna Amanda stepped inside with flawless makeup and a fabricated smile.

“I heard you’re being played by that ugly woman,” she said softly as she approached. “I was worried.”

Billy glanced at her briefly. “Who told you to come in?”

Donna stopped, then let out a small laugh. “I just want to calm you down. There’s no point thinking about a woman like her.”

Billy did not respond.

Donna continued, sitting on the sofa as if it belonged to her. “Honestly, Billy. She really is shameless. After being given attention, she still dared to run away.”

Billy stared at her sharply. “What are you trying to say?”

“You must not lose,” Donna said firmly. “You’re Billy Harvey. How could your pride be trampled by a fat woman like her?”

Billy snorted. “Don’t mention her.”

Donna fell silent for a moment, then smiled faintly. “You should get back at her. Prove that she was wrong to leave you.”

“That’s enough,” Billy cut her off.

Donna stood up and stepped closer. “I’m here, Billy. I won’t leave you like she did.”

Billy turned fully toward her, his gaze cold and sharp. “Get out.”

Donna was stunned. “What?”

“I said get out,” Billy repeated firmly. “Now.”

“But I just want to—”

“Get out!” he barked.

Donna fell silent, her face stiffening. “You’re kicking me out because of that woman?”

Billy looked at her without emotion. “I’m kicking you out because you disgust me.”

Those words struck Donna hard. Her hands clenched, but she tried to maintain her smile.

“Fine,” she said coldly. “If that’s what you want.”

Donna turned and walked away. Before closing the door, she looked back. “Don’t regret it, Billy.”

The door closed.

Billy let out a long breath, then rubbed the back of his neck. The room fell silent again. However, his mind grew even louder.

“Blocked,” he murmured softly. “You really want to disappear from me.”

He sat down in his chair, staring at the empty desk. His anger slowly transformed into a hardened resolve.

“You can run as far as you want,” he said quietly. “But you’re still mine.”

Billy grabbed another spare phone and called Cakra again.

“Cakra,” he said briefly.

“Yes, Young Master?”

“Expand the search,” Billy ordered. “Use any means necessary. I want to know who that man is.”

“Yes.”

Billy ended the call. His lips lifted slightly—not a smile, but a cold expression filled with certainty.

“Thabita Salton,” he said softly. “This game isn’t over yet.”