THE grand study of the Escobar's estate was an expanse of polished mahogany and velvet drapes, exuding an air of timeless elegance. Lord Dino sat behind his enormous desk, meticulously signing off on documents when the door burst open. Lady Frances, her usually composed face pale with worry, rushed in, clutching her phone tightly.
"Dino, it is Oswald," she said, her voice trembling. "He has been attacked."
Lord Dino’s hand froze mid-signature, and his piercing eyes shot up to meet hers.
"What? When? How?"
Lady Frances took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"I just received a call from his security detail. They said he was ambushed. They are not sure who was behind it yet."
Lord Dino stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor.
"We need to call him. Now."
Frances
