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UCIANO'S POV

The moment I tried Willow's number severally and it wasn't going through, I knew something was wrong. Something must have happened but I couldn't figure it out. I thought of people I could call to ask of her but none of the contacts were going through. Shouldn't she be back from work? Did something happen on her way from work? After several trials without positive result, I dialed one of her colleague whom she doesn't really like talking to.

Could I care less? I had a bad feeling about the whole thing and it persists no matter how I tried to shrug it off. For a moment, the probability that Kenzo knew about the whole thing crossed my mind, but I remembered he's under a court restraint order and wouldn't have had the levity to do that.

"Hey, Mr. Luciano." The lady's voice echoed through the phone, a discordant melody against the backdrop of what sounded like someone experiencing peak of carnal pleasures.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your night. But did you hear from Willow? Di