Gunshots

He took out his phone and called Bruce's line. It didn't take long before it got connected.

"Is everything good? Why the sudden phone call?” Bruce inquired because it was rare for his personal guard to call his line.

"Sir, did you by any chance give young. Mrs the permission to leave the estate on her own without the use of a car?” He asked cautiously.

Bruce frowned at his question. "No, I did not. What happened? Where did she say she was heading to and when did you guys get back from the mall?

"Not too long, sir. We didn't spend much time over there. She said she was going to visit her Dad, and that she was missing him a lot. But I don't believe her words. I also offered to follow her up but she didn't let me, giving some random excuses that she expected me to believe but it was clear it's all a lie,” He reported. "She constantly bit on her lower lip and I saw how hard she gripped her purse. These are signs of someone telling a lie,”

Bruce was silent for a moment. His thoughts r