Darmiel immediately run towards the balcony in the second floor of the Hilbates’ mansion where he could clearly view the Hilbates’ massive gate. The cool night breeze brushed against his face as his sharp eyes scanned the well - lighted premises of their grand estate, looking for any sign of the woman who had already caused a chaotic public scandal at the Italian restaurant. He then got his phone and dialed their guard’s number.
“Check if there is someone lurking around nearby,” he said when their guard answered his mobile phone. His deep voice dropped into a low, commanding whisper that left absolutely no room for hesitation or delay from the security team.
“Yes, Sir. So far, I did not see anyone right now, but days ago, to which I reported to Madam Darameh, there was always a blue seda
