Chapter 38

Prince Nicholas’s POV

"Why can't anything ever go right?" I shouted at my butler, engulfed in a torrent of anger. In a fit of rage, I hurled my wooden chair against the wall, creating a thunderous crash as it broke through and splintered into fragments. My room was a scene of chaos, marked by the demolished wall and the debris of items I had thrown in my fury. Now, devoid of anything else to channel my tumultuous emotions into, I stared at the shattered remains of the table that lay in pieces before me.

"Young Master, our lawyers should have our personnel released within 30 minutes. It was a simple misunderstanding by the local police. As an apology, they're also working on locating our stolen vehicle. Regarding the transportation of our 50 personnel, shall I arrange for our remaining vehicles to pick them up?" My butler inquired, a note of caution in his voice. He was gauging my emotions carefully to ensure he wouldn't incur my rage.

“Just fucking tell them to run here! Why should we