บท 128: Vinegar

Demetri Frost's entrance cast a chill over the room. as if someone had simply set the temperature to a freezing point. His presence overshadowed the warmth of Sara and Antonio's embrace. His eyes, cold and penetrating, bore into them with an intensity that made the air around them thick with tension. Sara's grip on Antonio's hand tightened instinctively as they both faced him

"Where is Nora?" Demetri's voice was a low rumble, a subtle growl that hinted at a well-contained menace. His gaze flickered between Sara and Antonio, searching for any sign of weakness or guilt.

Sara felt as if the room was shrinking, the walls closing in as if to press the truth out of them. She gulped and tried to answer the man, "We don't know where she is, Mr Frost. We haven't seen her since she left in the middle of the game and messaged that she was giving up and retiring for the night.."

Antonio nodded in agreement, but the sweat forming on his forehead betrayed his unease.