Oren's expression hardened into anger. "That bitch... She thinks she's untouchable just because my father protects her. Why wasn't I informed immediately? What were Dermila's security detail doing?"
Sean remained quiet, letting the tense silence fill the room.
"What else?" Oren snapped.
"Madam Kronia dismissed the bodyguards assigned to protect her," Sean explained carefully. "Left without protection, the Young Miss was also targeted by a mugger and nearly lost her life. Fortunately, she was saved by a group of young men at the last moment."
Oren said nothing, but his tight posture and heavy breathing signaled the boiling intense rage.
Without another word, Oren stood up, unholstered a handgun from a side table, and turned toward the doorway. "I'll end this myself today. I'm going to kill that woman."
"Please calm yourself, Young Master," Sean advised quickly. "Madam Kronia is not at the castle."
"Where is she?!"
"The Old Master took her to his private penthouse."
