Lord Emerson’s POV
“What do you mean she went out hours ago?” I asked the guard at the gate, who couldn't look up at me due to fear. “She said she needed to get something from the superstore, and you’ve given her the permission to leave,” he said. With rage, I gripped him by the collar. “How could you be this stupid? If I gave permission, then why didn’t you come and confirm with me?” I yelled through gritted teeth.
“You were with someone, so we didn't want to disturb you,” he choked on his words. I grunted and let go of him. I quickly took out my cellphone from my pocket and began dialing her number, but she wasn’t picking. An angry grunt left my lips as I continued calling her, but the phone kept ringing, and she wasn’t answering.
“Dammit,” I grunted and put on the tracker; I wasn't s
