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    He sighed deeply, running a hand down his face. “You didn’t have toe.” He knew that they were both worried. “Thank you, but—”


    A sudden ruckus erupted at the entrance.


    “Mr. Torres, please get in,” came Quentin’s firm voice.


    “Let go of me!” Robin’s voice rang out, sharp and furious. “I can walk just fine on my own!”


    Robin’s eyes narrowed at the sight of them.


    Momentster, Quentin entered, ushering Robin into the room. “Mr. Flynn. Mr. Scott. Miss Pearson.”


    Ernest stood, his gaze sharpened to a de.


    The warmth that typically softened his features was gone, reced with cold usation. “Tell me,” Ernest said, each word deliberate, “how did you do it?”


    “What?” Robin looked genuinely stunned. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!”


    Quentin released his grip, and Robin rolled his shoulders, ring at them all in turn. “This is insane. Why did you drag me here? This is uwful detention. You’ve got no right—none of you!”


    He turned sharply, starting for the door.


    Ernest smirked—an icy, calcted curve of his lips—his eyes flicking toward Quentin with a silentmand.


    “Yes, sir,” Quentin responded crisply, raising his hand.


    In an instant, two bodyguards emerged from the shadows. One gripped Robin’s shoulders while the other delivered a swift kick to the back of his knee.


    Robin gasped, copsing as his leg buckled. The guards pressed down hard, forcing him to kneel, pinning him in ce. He gritted his teeth, furious, eyes zing as he red up at Ernest. “What the hell do you want from me?”


    Ernest approached, slow and deliberate, the gleam in his eyes ice-cold. He bent down just enough to look Robin squarely in the face. “I’ll ask once,” he said, voice low and sharp. “How are you nning to contact Elissa?”


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    Robin’s eyes narrowed. “What?”


    The confusion on his face quickly shifted. A flicker of realization dawned in his eyes, and his brow furrowed deeply. Then it clicked.


    He looked up at Ernest again, this time with a twisted grin. “Wait a second… You dragged me all the way here and asked strange questions… because Elissa ran away?”


    Ernest’s jaw tensed, and something flickered in his gaze.


    Robin caught it, and his grin widened. A sharp bark ofughter escaped his throat. “I was right! She really did it! Elissa ran away!”


    “Shut your mouth!” Ernest stepped in closer, his eyes zing. “Tell me how you’ve been contacting her. Where’s Savannah living in Ontmond? What’s her number?”


    Robin blinked, stunned—but then chuckled again, darkly. “Elissa’s in Ontmond?” he said,ughing through the pain, the mockery sharp in his voice. “So that’s where—”


    “She went? To her mother?” He looked Ernest dead in the eye, his tone suddenly seething.


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