บท 157: The hero of her story

Ronan was getting restless. He had not seen Calliope for almost a month now and he felt as if he couldn't spend another moment without seeing her. If he could, he would break into her house just to have a look at her. 

However, he couldn't. That bastard had hidden Calliope, Ronan's Calliope inside the house as if she was some kind of treasure. He agreed that his Calliope was a treasure that even he would like to hide but he wanted to see her so badly. 

"I apologise, Mr Joseph but we couldn't take a single picture of Miss Wilding. She has not left the house for a long time, " A man said with a look of guilt. "We are keeping an eye on her. We will try our best. All our drones were shot by security. It's next to impossible to infiltrate such a strict and dangerous security."

Ronan screamed and threw the vase at the man who dodged the attack. "Get out! All of you are incompetent! You can't even take a picture of my Calliope."