"Are you sure you don't know where she is?" Dante asked Maxine, his worry deepening when the woman gave a negative idea.
"Today is Eva's day off and she said she would be resting at home," she said over the phone, her hand on her chest, her tone filled with worry.
Dante hissed under his breath before he hung up on the phone.
He'd just returned home, it was 10pm.
After what he'd done today, he just wanted to lie in Eva's arms and perhaps tell her the truth.
However, the servants said she'd been gone out since 6:30 p.m. His receptionist had called to inform him that his wife had come to see him at the office, but she immediately left after he told her he wasn't around.
Dante resisted the urge to pull his hair in frustration.
He dialed Eva's number once again, but it quickly went to voicemail.
He'd seen her calls hours ago, but couldn't pick up because he'd been busy dealing with the murder list his father had given to him.
And now, he couldn't find her.
