CHAPTER: 81
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Zeke's POV
I sat in the leather chair in my study, slowly swiveling it back and forth, my fingers drumming against the armrest as countless thoughts raced through my mind. To anyone who walked in, I probably looked relaxed—casual, even. But inside, I was a mess. My head was spinning, occupied with too many things at once.
Then came a soft knock at the door—barely a tap—before it creaked open. It was my personal assistant, PI.
"Lord Zeke," he greeted respectfully.
I didn't respond. I continued to turn in the chair, letting the silence stretch between us, my thoughts still spiraling in a loop I couldn't seem to break.
He cleared his throat softly, unsure whether to speak or retreat. But then he chose to go on, cautiously.
"I wanted to update you… on the latest developments." He paused again, clearly waiting for some kind of cue from me. But I gave him none.
There was only one thing dominating my mind—Liam.
How to find him.
How to bring him back.
