Chapter 321

Prescott Ellington pulled up in front of the villa and hopped out with the doctor, leaving No.3 to park the car in the garage. Just as his feet hit the ground, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He frowned and checked the screen—Number Eleven. His expression instantly turned grim. No. Eleven was the lead of the security detail assigned to Camila Harrington. If this guy was calling, things had to be bad. He swiped to answer right away. "Mr. Ellington, bad news. Miss Harrington is gone…" Prescott’s face froze, then darkened in a flash. His temple visibly pulsed, a chill creeping into the air around him. "What happened? Speak!" His voice was icy cold, laced with a fury he was barely containing. Eleven didn’t dare hold back. He gave a full run-down of what had gone down at Century Mall. "I got it. Stay put. I’m heading there now!" The second the call ended, Prescott’s face took on a terrifying chill. The doctor behind him stiffened instantly, instinctively holding his breath, not even daring