Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Four
The villa's corridors echoed with the sharp staccato of Asli's heels as she stormed through, her breath ragged, fists clenched. The report clutched in her hand felt like a burning brand, each page a betrayal etched in ink. Staff members scattered at her approach, their eyes wide with alarm.
"Where is he?" she barked at a passing guard.
"Boss?"
"Markus. Where is he?"
The guard hesitated, glancing toward the courtyard. "His car hasn't left the premises, Boss."
Asli's eyes narrowed. She spun on her heel, pulling out her phone. Her fingers trembled as she dialed his number.
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Inside his parked car, Markus still sat rigidly.
His phone buzzed, the screen flashing Asli's name. He swallowed hard, while dread coiled in his stomach.
"Hello?" he answered, his voice strained.
"Markus," Asli's voice was icy, "I need to see you. Now."
He glanced at Matilda, her smirk growing when she noticed who had called.
