((( Rhio POV's )))
"Deo," I called out and my secretary emerged as fast as lightning.
"Sir!"
"How's Jasmin? Where is she?"
My mind steered to the image of Derick. He's a notorious womanizer and I felt worried he has chosen to toy with Jasmin. He even dared to make her repay him for something he didn't do. His face burned on my mind like an Oni mask.
"L'alcool Cabaret," he stated, "with Derick Brundon."
I raised my brow at him.
I haven't heard of that place.
"It is a modern Speakeasy. L'alcool Cabaret is an underground club in the south that is rumored to sell illegal, banned, or deadly alcoholic drinks like the African moonshine Changaa," Deo explained, "Rumors has it too that the place involved secret illegal drugs mixed into drinks. It's a wild bar in short. For thrill seekers..."
My blood was boiling.
Derick...
I want to punch that fucker in the face.
"Give me your keys," I ordered him, "and their exact location."