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"Damn it!" Sebastian kicked the chair of his regional office before he leaned on his table and looked at Harry, who was standing in the corner with his head bowed in respect.

He didn't want to do anything to attract his Prince's anger towards him.

"What happened?" Lucas rushed inside the room to see what exactly happened and looked at his prince who was seething for some reason unknown to him.

"What's wrong, sir?" Lucas asked cautiously.

Sebastian groaned and placed his elbows on the table, covering his mask behind his hands.

"I miss her," The prince said.

Lucas - "..." And that reason was enough for you to kick a chair and alert someone? You met her yesterday night, didn't you?

The subordinate turned to Harry, who shrugged softly ensuring the little movement was not noticed by the prince who might become angrier.