Unknown POV
I threw my phone across the room with all the strength I had.
It shattered into pieces as it hit the marble floor, the sound echoing through the silent walls of my room.
That bitch!
How could she escape?
My heart was pounding violently, rage clawing at my chest like wildfire I couldn't contain. My hands trembled — not from fear, but from fury.
Before I could catch my breath, the door swung open.
"Señorita?"
Of course. The old woman who used to take care of Savvanah. I glared at her, eyes sharp as knives. "Don't you know how to knock before entering someone's room?"
"I–I'm sorry, Señorita. I was just used to—"
"Then learn." My voice was cold, slicing through her words. "From now on, you knock before stepping inside. Understood?"
She bowed slightly, silent.
"What do you want?" I asked, my tone filled with irritation.
"There's someone here to see you downstairs," she said.
A visitor?
