Chapter 132 No One Touches My Princess

Dante stepped on the accelerator, his eyes narrowed and sharp. His brows were pulled into a sharp arch and just above them, few beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. He had tried calling Mireille back a couple of times but she was not picking up anymore and he could not quantify his fear of losing her. How in the world would he live with the guilt of knowing that he killed her by letting her out alone? And how would he tell James about whatever happened?