Chapter 78 Missing Slave

• A sleek Porsche Maybach slowly drove into the opulent, paved courtyard of the Creek Castle, its tires screeching against the polished stone, as Richardson brought the car to an abrupt halt. He paused, his hands clenched around the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on Alpha Damion, who was slowly unfastening his seatbelt.
• “Uhm,uhm…”, he cleared his throat, hoping to draw the attention of Alpha Damion, which did work as he paused, loosening the seat belt.
• "Speak, Richardson," Damion commanded, his voice low and even, his gaze still averted. "I don't have the luxury of time to waste."