Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

Escape

*

‘I’m home’ he shouted from the as soon as he entered the house. He loosened his shoe lace and kicked off his shoes. While loosing his tie, he checked what it was by the time and realized how much earlier he arrived home. It was still 5pm. He frowned disturbingly when he still didn’t see Molly after his announcement.

‘I’m home’ he called again, thinking she was asleep. No response came. He yanked off his tie from his neck and he was in the basement in the twinkle of an eye. It was very noticeable to ignore. The basement was empty. There were no clothes in the tiny wardrobe, the extra duvet was no where to be seen. It dawned on him.. She’s gone. Has she gone mad? Does she not care about her father’s company any more?

‘That isn’t possible’ he mumbled. That had been her weakness yet her strong hold. She can’t just leave it and run off.

‘Was she kidnapped?’ he continued asking himself various questions and kept answering himself. Then, something caught his attention.

Simon focused inten