Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess
Lowering his voice, he leaned toward his assistant, Mizon, who had been standing a few paces behind him.
“Find out who was behind that chandelier,” Dominic whispered, his tone low but urgent. “Someone tried to kill my daughter, and I need answers. I need to kill him myself.”
Mizon nodded, his expression unreadable. “I’ll get on it right away, sir.”
Meanwhile, outside in the parking lot, the scene was far less controlled. Castiel was slamming the door to his car shut, his body rigid with frustration. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he fumbled with the ignition. His hands were shaking—no, trembling. He felt like a man on the edge of a breakdown. The engine
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