Chapter 96 The Higher Ups
Lilith’s eyes snapped open, her sharp feline-like gaze immediately darting to her phone resting on the nightstand. She picked it up and dialed the guards downstairs without a second thought. Her voice was sharp, cold.
"Did Liam return?"
A pause. Then a reply came through the receiver. "No, ma’am. He never came back."
Lilith’s expression darkened instantly. Her brows furrowed, her lips pressing into a hard line. Without another word, she hung up and got out of bed, the silk sheet sliding off her flawless skin.
She didn’t even bother with lights—the early morning glow poured through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The moment she stepped into the living room, she poured herself a glass of whiskey from the bar. No ice. Just raw and bitter.
The television was still on, left playing through the night. She barely glanced at it until she caught something that made her freeze mid-sip.
"Breaking News: Another warehouse has been destroyed. Reports indicate a massive fire broke out around 1:30 AM. Multiple casualties confirmed. The cause is still under investigation."
Lilith slowly turned her head. Her golden-blonde hair shimmered under the light as her eyes narrowed.
The footage was chaotic—censored images of charred bodies being pulled out, sirens blaring, police tape fluttering in the wind. Flames still licked the broken structures as firefighters did their best to control the blaze.
"What the fuck was Liam doing during the night?" she muttered to herself, staring at the screen. "Where the fuck is he now? Is he dead?"
Her grip tightened on the glass until her knuckles turned white.