Twenty-seven

After ending the devastating call, Keyller walked to their table with a blackened face. His aura screamed a strong intent to kill. His bloodshot eyes were staring directly at Aoife.

"We have an agreement that you would never touch her. I did what you told me, but you never kept your promise." Keyller said with gritted teeth while looming over Aoife, who was comfortably sitting on her chair.

"What are you talking about, Rafael? I have never made such accusations." Aoife ignored him and turned her attention to the Countess while smiling sweetly as if gaining favor from the countess. "Are you not ashamed? You're talking about another woman in front of your fiancee?"

Keyller clenched his fist and tightened his jaws. When Trojan informed him that Freesha was missing, he lost his rationality. The only person he knew capable of doing that, was the woman sitting before him.

Keyller fell silent but remained vexed. It was Kresshna who showed her interest. "What woman are you talking about, R