Chapter 192. Missing

With panic, I took a deep breath and noticed her scents were fading, meaning she was no longer in the mansion.

  “No, No.” I muttered out in fear as I climbed downstairs and met Jackson and Andrew in the sitting room because we were the only ones in the whole building.

  “Shit.” I muttered out in regret.

  “I can help,” Andrew suggested, and walked away from us.

  He stood on the staircase, placed his hands on the handle of the stairs and closed his eyes. “They came through the front door,” he announced.

  “They,” I asked in panic.

  He nodded his head but didn't say a word. “Went upstairs to your room, and he carried her on his shoulder because she had already passed out.”

  “Shit.” I groaned in regret. “Who are they?” I asked impatiently.

  “Do you recognize any of their faces?” I asked again.

  Andrew didn't say a word, rather, with his eyes closed, he left the stairs and went for the door