Chapter 222

When Prescott Ellington arrived, Camila Harrington was completely out of it. That stuff she was drugged with? Way too strong—there was no way she could handle it. He scooped her up in his arms, his face stormy and grim. The tension inside the tiny elevator was enough to make people freeze in place. “Sir, this was my oversight. I promise I’ll find out who’s behind this and make sure Miss Harrington gets justice,” Beckett Fraser said through clenched teeth. Whoever dared do this inside the manor clearly wasn’t afraid of dying. Prescott didn’t even glance at him. Holding Camila close, he strode out of the elevator without looking back. His voice, sharp as ice, cut through the air. “Bring them to me when you find them—I want them to wish they were dead.” “…Yes, sir.” Even Beckett couldn't help but shiver under the weight of that murderous tone. In Prescott’s arms, Camila squirmed slightly, her flushed face full of dazed confusion. The strands of hair near her temples were damp with sweat,