It sounded like s*x in background.
Rough s*x.
Pants.
Heavy breathing.
But that was none of Ivy's business.
"Yoh, Princess! Shouldn't you be busy with Mr Hand--"
"Chris is missing," Ivy said quickly, cutting her off over the phone.
Elsa chuckled, going on a long laughter before she finally said, "that is impossible, Ivy." Then she added, "a whole Sire of a House can't go "missing"."
Ivy pushed her hair aside, fighting against the wind that insisted on blowing it to her face over and over again.
"I know what I'm saying. His car is not here, his phone is switched off and he hasn't even returned any of my calls nor responded to any of my text. The last time I saw him was almost two hours ago."
Before Elsa had a chance to response to that, a voice behind her put all the problems at
