Alivia's eyes gleamed with a wicked delight as she stepped out of the car to open the door for Noir.
Noir, however, was reluctant to leave, wanting to stay by Isaac's side every moment. But Isaac's command was law to Noir, so with a pitiful whine, it hopped out of the car.
As the door slammed shut, Alivia floored the gas pedal, her eyes glinting with malice.
Noir, left behind, sprinted towards the villa, even knowing to knock on the door.
The moment it entered the living room, King noticed. It was strange; Noir was usually glued to Isaac. Why was it back now when Isaac hadn’t come down?
King gently laid the still-sleeping Brielle aside, but she woke up as he did.
King stood, briefly checked upstairs for Isaac, and then turned to the shadowy bodyguard.
"Where is he?"
"The young master has left."
King dialed the bodyguards tasked with Isaac's safety, all operating from the shadows.
"Where's the kid?"
"Sir, the young master got into a woman's car—a woman named Alivia. I'll send you the details shortly."
King knew Alivia, and a flicker of anger crossed his eyes. This was a death wish.
"Send me the location and make sure he's safe."
If they couldn't protect a child, they might as well pay with their lives.
"Yes, sir, we won't let the young master out of our sight!"
King strode downstairs, and Brielle, noting his grim expression, instinctively followed him as he was about to leave the villa.
King didn't stop her. In fact, he pulled her into his embrace as they got into the car.
The driver glanced at them through the rearview mirror but kept silent, focusing on the road.
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