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“Be careful; call me when you need anything,” He said while Ala prepared himself for school. Hunter dropped him to his school since he woke up late, and Hunter was also on his way to his office.

“I know, go now. You can’t be late for your meeting,” Hunter couldn’t hide his laughter, hearing that from Alamid.

“Alright, do good. Call me,” he said and stepped on his gas. His smile vanished from his lips. He wasn’t going to his office.

He is on his way to investigate what happened to Hannah, believing she is still alive. It’s not that he dearly cares for the woman, but the thought that he saved her from possible drowning only to end up in a mud-sulking-like man bothers him; he couldn’t afford to let a woman die without him doing anything.

He smoothly parked his car in a nearby garage, fished his phone, and dialed Xerxes, part of his brotherhood, which he knew could help him.

“Dmitri,” Hunter heard a stone-cold voice.

“Thanks for coming; I need to find this girl,” he said and handed Xerxes