Chapter 131

Damon's POV

As Detective Carlos and I sat in the living room, tension filled the air. The detective informed me that their headquarters was working diligently to run the plate number of the car, hoping it would lead them to Ian's whereabouts. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, the uncertainty gnawing at my insides.

Just then, Rosaline appeared, carrying a tray with drinks and neatly packed plates. She graciously served the detective, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the anxiety that gripped me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and impatience, yearning for any news that would bring us closer to finding Ian.

"Rosaline," I called out, my voice laced with urgency, "have you seen Elysia? I need to speak with her."

She paused for a moment, her eyes meeting mine. "Madam is in her room," she replied softly, her tone filled with a hint of concern.

Without wasting a second, I rose from my seat, the anticipation pulsating through my vei