There was an uncontrollable, overwhelming urge to rip Cain's flesh when Mr. Rafael's spies confirmed that Lianne was taken to the Soulisse Mansion. Ruen was sitting on a couch beside a rectangular viewing window of the private plane, holding the phone tightly until a small break of the touch screen's side appeared — a poor substitute to accept his arising anger.
The plane had been en route to Since for nearly twenty minutes since lift off from the Fortville City Airport. Another twenty of it later, it would reach its destination.
"Yes, I need them to be ready in an hour. I'll be there soon," Ruen commanded in a firm tone. He was talking to the leader of the special protection team of Mr. Rafael, Holt Montgomery, who was at the receiver's end. He was thirty-six years old, eight years olde
