Chapter LXXXII

From the second-floor terrace down to the long staircase and endless halls before the main doors, Veronica ran, breathless when she was outside. She just saw Keille driving a car and with unprecedented speed drove away from their mansion.

She knows that Keille was not happy Rossie was still not rescued and he has been crept up by guilt. Raking her fingers through her hair, she could've done better. Early in the morning and they could lose another family member. What is Keille thinking?

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It was so early in the morning but Keille couldn't wait anymore. He has been hearing Primrose cry for her sister and every time he sees her, his heart breaks. It is careless to just go straight into the Sparacinos' mansion but he could not think of any better way to do so. It doesn't matter if he gets shot. He deserves to be shot.

The drive to the enemy's lair is an hour and a half drive but Keille got there in fifty with him accelerating every opportunity he could. It was like playing his game, only