Chapter 383

In the hospital room, Celeste slept soundly curled up in Adrian Roland's arms.

Charlie Macmillan burst through the door. "Boss, we've got trouble—"

Adrian shot him a sharp glare. "Lower your voice."

Charlie's face was pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Adrian slowly withdrew his arm, moving as delicately as if disarming a bomb. The pain from the fading anesthesia made his jaw clench, veins bulging at his temples.

"Help me outside," he ordered in a hushed tone.

In the hallway, Charlie brought a chair. "The doctor said your leg—"

"Get to the point." Adrian cut him off, knuckles rapping impatiently on the armrest.

"Vincent just called. Ms. Valentine instructed him to immediately relocate the old master and the children."

Adrian's pupils constricted. "When?"

"An hour ago. We can't reach her now."

"Track her location." Adrian stood abruptly, IV stand rattling violently. "Now!"

Charlie's eyes reddened with frustration. "She's not worth this! She admitted it herself—she was only with you for the money!"

"Give me my phone." Adrian's voice was glacial.

"Wake up! She wouldn't even look at you after learning the truth!"

Adrian's fist smashed into the wall, knuckles splitting. "Take Celeste home. That's an order."

Once Charlie left, he dialed Vincent.

"Find her last known coordinates." Each word sounded wrenched from between clenched teeth.

Hanging up, he made another call.

"Where did you take Stella?" No pleasantries.

Vincent Atlante's amused laughter crackled through. "I was just looking for you. Don't worry—just tied her hands, gave her a little cigarette souvenir..."

"You're dead!" Veins throbbed in Adrian's neck.

"Shouldn't twins share a psychic link?" Vincent lowered his voice mockingly. "The sounds she made earlier were quite... musical."

The glass window spiderwebbed under Adrian's crushing grip.

"Want a video? Her all trussed up like—" The laughter cut off abruptly as the line went dead.

Adrian stared at the darkened screen, eyes burning with murderous rage.