Chapter 23

Konstantin POV

“What do you mean, Yigrette is dead?” I asked, frowning as I answered the phone. 

Batrov hesitated, and I could tell that the man gulped, trying to form a right sentence as he did. 

“She fell down the stairs, boss.” He said, and I took a deep breath as I tried to control myself and my anger.

“How the fucking hell would a woman like her…?”

“She was wearing heels. She passed by Elena’s room, and as she was leaving, she tripped and fell.” He said, and I took a deep breath. “She hit her head as she did, and we couldn’t stop the bleeding when we found her. The doctors said that it would have been a miracle for her to survive.” 

“She was drunk, wasn’t she?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the desk. The idea of her drinking on the