By six o'clock in the evening, the news of my departure had reached the top floor of the Vance Group Headquarters.In the executive office on the eightieth floor, Damien was sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, staring intently at his computer monitor. His coat was discarded over the back of his chair, his tie loosened at his collar.His personal assistant, Mark, stood in front of the desk, sweating nervously as he delivered his report."Mr. Vance..." Mark stammered, trembling slightly under Damien's sharp gaze. "Mrs. Vance... I mean, Miss Sophia... she left the villa two hours ago. She took a single suitcase, left her house keys on the table, and walked out."Damien didn't stop typing on his keyboard. A cold, dismissive smirk curled on his lips."She took a taxi?" Damien asked smoothly. "Did she try to use her bank cards yet?""That's... that's the strange part, sir," Mark swallowed hard, clutching his tablet tightly. "When we requested the bank to freeze her accounts, the syste
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