Donald's car roared through the night like a storm.
He didn't wait for the gates of the Williams mansion to open, he slammed through them, tires screeching as he stopped in the middle of the compound.
The guards ran toward him, shouting, but he ignored them. His jaw was tight, his eyes burning with fury.
He kicked the front door open.
The living room lights reflected off his angry face as he stepped inside.
Mrs. Williams sat on the couch, startled but still composed, a cup of tea trembling slightly in her hand. The maids froze.
"Where is Nicole?" Donald's voice boomed through the mansion.
Mrs. Williams blinked, her lips parting, but no sound came.
A deeper voice echoed from the staircase.
"What is the meaning of this?" Sir Williams appeared, descending slowly, every step deliberate. "You barge into my home like a madman and raise your voice at my wife?"
Donald's fists clenched. "Where is Nicole?"
Sir Williams stopped halfway down the stairs.
