Without wanting to waste any more time—without even thinking of what to say or what excuse to make—he stormed out of the house, slamming the front door shut behind him. He didn't care who heard it. He didn't care who watched. He just wanted to find her.
He jumped into his car, his hands shaking slightly as he gripped the steering wheel. The engine roared to life, tires screeching as he sped out of the driveway and headed straight for Sterling Design.
The entire drive felt like a blur. His mind was so clouded with panic and rage that he barely noticed the road or the traffic around him. All he could think of was Valentina—alone, vulnerable, possibly surrounded by people who meant her harm.
When he reached Sterling Design's premises, he didn't waste a second. He swerved into the parking area with a sharp, furious turn, stepped out of the car, and started heading toward the entrance with fierce determination in his stride.
But the guards stopped him.
