No One's Pov
Knock, knock.
"Enter," a deep voice ringed out.
The office doors pushed open, and a subordinate dressed in a black suit entered the room. He walked forward Dominic and bowed his head.
Dominic, who had already returned to his mansion after days of fruitless searching, looked at the man coldly from behind his massive desk.
Ever since the explosion and Vivien's sudden disappearance, his mood had grown terrifyingly bad. His eyes, which were usually sharp, looked even worse than before now- filled with bloodshot exhaustion and a murderous aura.
"Any information?" Dominic asked. The coldness in his tone made the temperature in the room feel like it had dropped to zero.
