Damon set down the document and picked up his phone, dialing a video call to N.


    After several attempts, there was no answer.


    His expression darkened, and a sense of unease crept over him. He quickly called Spencer into his office and instructed him to find a way to contact Stings and check if anything had happened to N.


    Emerald entered N''s bedroom with several maids, rummaging through every inch of the room, including the suitcase N had brought with her.


    Two maids held N firmly, leaving her helpless as her clothes and belongings were tossed carelessly onto the floor. Her eyes burned red with anger.


    One of the maids approached Emerald, handing her two phones. "Madam, these are the only devices we found. It doesn''t seem like Ms. Kinsey has any other means ofmunication. Oh, and we also found this."


    Emerald took the items and nced at the paper the maid had handed her. It was a crude sketch of the estate''syout. She chuckled and casually threw both the paper and the phones out the window.


    N''s face paled. "No!"


    She struggled to break free, but the two maids gripped her arms like iron mps, leaving her powerless. She could only watch as her phones disappeared outside. Seeing the hatred in N''s eyes, Emerald stepped forward, towering over her. "Since you refuse to learn obedience, I''ll make sure you do. From now on, you won''t hear from Damon or Saintornia. Your only focus should be bing my daughter and the Nixons'' future sessor."


    Emerald smirked, her voice dripping with malice. "And don''t bother sketching the estate''syout. If you want to run, go ahead and try. Let''s see who wins-your escape or my pursuit."


    N red at her, gritting her teeth. "The Nixons won''t be under your control forever."


    Emerald chuckled, her expressionced with sarcasm. "That''s none of your concern. Just do as I say."


    With that, she turned and left.


    The maids followed her out, finally releasing N.


    She copsed onto the floor, staring at the mess of her belongings. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.


    She had to find a way to send a message. She couldn''t just sit and wait.


    Locked inside the estate, surrounded by strangers, she had no idea who to turn to


    or how to get her message to the right person.


    ???


    After a few moments of thought, with no solutioning to mind, she pressed her lips together and decided to start cleaning up the mess in her room.  fo


    The next morning, N woke to a knock at her door.


    A maid''s voice called from outside, "Ms. Kinsey, Madam says we have a guest.


    She wants you to change ande to the living room."


    N sat up and replied, "Got it."


    After freshening up, she headed to the living room about twenty minutester.


    Emerald was already seated on the couch, looking slightly impatient.


    Across from her sat a young man in his early 20s, with blond hair and striking blue eyes. As soon as N entered, his gazended on her, filled with tant curiosity


    "You''re


    introdere," Emerald said. "Let me


    the


    you. This is Ricky Chilton, of a close friend of mi


    to know each other."


    N turned to the young man and said politely, "Hello, I''m N Kinsey."