Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

"Child, why must you insist on this? I've told you before, falling for the master will only lead to consequences you cannot bear." The doctor let out a sigh.

"I want to see the master. Can I?" Ivy slowly regained consciousness after emergency treatment. Her strength was gradually returning.

"I'm afraid the master doesn't have tto see you now. He's busy taking care of someone else." The doctor couldn't help but recall the earlier scene when Kyle Raymond nearly broke down in a rage. It was an experience she never wanted to endure again.

"Who is that woman?" Ivy asked, unwilling to accept the situation. Kyle Raymond had never had anyone special in his life before. Everyone had always been treated the same. But now, he'd suddenly brought a woman home.

"I can't answer that. I've never seen her before either. But one thing is certain-this time, the master is serious. So, child, once you're well, you should leave. This is no place for you." "I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving!" Ivy clutched her clothes tightly, her eyes filled with defiance and resentment.

The doctor sighed again and fell silent. In this massive villa, perhaps only she and the butler truly understood the situation.

Aurora lay on the bed, her body burning as if consumed by flames.

As night fell, the clock struck ten. Julian, as always, called Aurora to say goodnight. But tonight, no one answered, no matter how many times he tried.

Maybe she was in the middle of her nightly routine, he thought. But after thirty minutes with no callback or text, unease began to creep in.

Aurora had never been unreachable before. If something cup, she would always let him know in advance. This was the first tJulian couldn't find her.

To be cautious, he called Mrs. Hill. Her worried voice cthrough the line, "Mr. Barnet, Miss Aurora hasn't returned hyet. I called her earlier, but she didn't pick up." "She hasn't chat all?" Julian's anxiety surged. Despite Aurora being a grown woman, the late hour made it hard not to worry.

"No, sir. She left for work this morning and hasn't returned since. She might be working overtime. But even when she works late, she usually comes back earlier than this." Mrs. Hill glanced out at the heavy snowfall, concern etched on her face.

"Did she mention anything about where she might go this morning?" "No, she left as usual. However, Miss Aurora caught a slight chill last night and took scold medicine before heading out." "Got it. I'll call the office." Julian's mind raced with worst-case scenarios.

Could she have fainted at work, with no one around to notice? He quickly dialed Heather's number. He had saved it before leaving, precisely for situations like this.

Heather answered cautiously, "Hello?" "Where are you right now?" Julian asked directly, his tone sharp.

Heather was startled. "Mr., Mr. Barnet, I'm at home." "Is Aurora still at the office working overtime?" Julian's voice betrayed his growing panic. He couldn't shake the thought of Aurora being alone and unwell.

"What? Wasn't she with you?" Heather sounded surprised.

"With me? I'm in Europe!" Julian's words were cold, but suspicion gnawed at him.

"Miss Montgomery was picked up by a Bentley this afternoon. We thought you'd returned, Mr. Barnet." "A Bentley? Did she seem different today?" Julian's mind raced, though he tried to suppress the darker possibilities. He trusted Aurora, but something felt off.

Heather hesitated, then recounted the events of the past day: the auction last night, the flowers and gemstone Aurora received this morning, and how she had dismissed them without much comment.

"Who sent the flowers?" Julian gritted his teeth as anger flared. A gemstone worth over a million dollars casually sent as a gift? That didn't look innocent.

"I don't know. Miss Montgomery said not to worry about it. She threw the flowers away and mentioned she had plans this afternoon, so she wouldn't be coming back to the office. We assumed it was with you, Mr. Barnet. Could something have happened to her?" Heather's voice trembled slightly. The black roses delivered earlier now seemed ominous.

"You saw her get into that Bentley. Do you remember the license plate?" Julian forced himself to stay calm. Losing control now would only make things worse.

"Wait a minute-I know someone who might remember it. Givea moment, Mr. Barnet. I'll call you back in a minute." "Alright." Julian hung up decisively, wasting no time. Efficiency was his constant rule.

Heather quickly reached out to Willow Shore, who had a photographic memory. Fortunately, Willow had even repeated the license plate aloud earlier.

After retrieving the information, Heather immediately called Julian back. "Mr. Barnet, the license plate is..." "I got it." Julian didn't wait for her to finish before ending the call. He swiftly contacted someone important in Clothville.

"I need you to trace a car for me. Now." If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "Mr. Barnet, who on earth pissed you off this late at night?" The man's voice was lazy, almost teasing.

"Cut the nonsense. I'll give you the license plate. Find out everything-its owner and where it last went." Julian's tone was icy, his urgency palpable. "Alright, alright. I'll get on it. But what exactly are you looking for?"

"The owner's identity and the car's last location." Julian's voice was cold V and firm, his anger barely contained. Even from across the world, the man on the other end could feel the oppressive tension radiating from him. "Got it. Hang tight." The teasing tone disappeared as the man got to work.

The waiting was unbearable. Five minutes felt like an eternity to Julian. For the first tin his life, he regretted being so far away.

If something happened to Aurora, he would never forgive himself.

He paced back and forth, tension coiling tighter with every passing second. Though it was nearly midnight in Clothville, it was only afternoon in Paris.

Julian tugged at his tie in frustration, his heart raging like a wildfire. He missed her- desperately, painfully.

Little Bunny, stay safe. Don't get hurt. I'll be back soon.

In those five agonizing minutes, he had already booked a flight back home.

Finally, the phone rang. He answered immediately. "Did you find anything?"

"Yes. The car is a Bentley owned by Kyle Raymond. Why are you om investigating Kyle Raymond?" The man's voice carried a hint of unease.

Even he seemed wary of the name.

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