The caller was Durian, Williams' gamma, who had been given the task, along with a few other carefully selected warriors, to ensure that the palace was in good shape and perfect condition before Roman and Tessy would arrive.
They had been sent ahead to prepare the environment, check the security layout, and clean up any possible mess or sign of disarray.
If Durian was calling now, without warning, it could only mean one thing. Something was wrong.
Vanessa picked up the call without hesitation, her heart thudding once like a warning drumbeat as she pressed the phone firmly to her ear. The line connected instantly, the tension already creeping into her chest like a tightening wire.
"Beta Vanessa," Durian's voice came through from the other end, slightly winded and tense, as though he'd been moving or trying to control a situation while speaking.
Vanessa's eyes narrowed, her brows drawing together. Her voice cut through with quiet authority. "What is it?"
