Mancini's POV
I walked out of her room, my hands fisted and my step quick. It seems she was looking for a way out of here, but the truth remained that there wasn't. Not until I was done with my plan yet.
I headed back to my room, my chest racing. I had everything under control, and soon I was going to be where I was supposed to be.
On getting to my room, I sat on the bed, my face in a serious expression. My hand rested on my chin, and my eyes squinted.
"But how did she know about that path? Was she looking for a way to escape, a way out, or probably a way to annoy me?" I asked, then frowned, pulling out the picture I had gotten from her.
I stared at the picture, and veins immediately started to form on my forehead and my neck, and my eyes glared at the picture.
I stared at my father, who was beside Roberto, but I frowned harder.
