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~ Daeron's POV ~ "How could he escape, Zion? Didn't I ask you to make sure that he doesn't get to know anything about the surprise raid on his auction house?" I said to my beta while I tightly clenched my fists when my eyes fell on the empty underground prisons. I entered one of the cells and when I crouched down on the ground, I touched the blood that was splattered on the ground. He is a sly bastard. Just to be on a safer side, he had registered the auction house in his lover's name, so that nobody would be able to suspect him. He must have transported those she-wolves somewhere else. There are still a number of lowlifes who enjoy seeing those girls pleading to them for mercy. Some people enjoy tormenting others just to show their authority. That girl must have struggled a lot in t