"Vivian, you disgusting whore!" Damien cursed through gritted teeth.
He grabbed me by the neck, squeezing so tightly I could not breathe.
Growling in my ear, he said, "Rot here for the rest of your life. Don't even dream of me taking you away."
"Where’s my daughter? Today, I'm only taking my daughter with me."
"Are you out of your mind?" Damien shouted, throwing me to the ground.
Still furious, he kicked me hard in the stomach.
I curled up on the floor, hunched in pain like a shrimp, gasping for air.
"Where is my daughter? Bring her here. We're leaving immediately!" he roared at the mentor.
My mentor was looking embarrassed as she replied, "We... we don't know where your daughter is."
Damien froze, then erupted, "What did you say?"
The mentor let out a helpless sigh and explained, "Sir, we have served Madam and Miss Montclair with the utmost care since they arrived."
"But they leaned on their status as wealthy, powerful ladies and acted arrogant and unruly. They never respected us. If we said a harsh word or two, they would even raise their hands against us."
Damien slammed the table with a loud bang. "I sent them here to correct those bad habits!"
"I made it clear to you that necessary discipline is allowed, so you don't have to hold back!"
The mentor smiled bitterly and continued, "But your daughter... she's still young, yet her temper is terribly bad."
"She refused to let anyone watch over her. She went wherever she pleased and even threatened that if we tried to control her, she would kill herself."
"We can only assure you that she's still somewhere within the Women's Virtue Class. She shouldn’t have escaped."
Blue veins bulged on Damien’s forehead. "Check. Check the CCTV immediately. Find her, now!"
Half an hour later, a staff from the monitoring room came running in, panting heavily. "I found something, but..."
Damien shoved him aside impatiently. "What's wrong? Where is she?"
The man from the monitoring room handed over a USB drive, trembling. "Please... take a look at this."
There was a footage in the USB drive, showing my daughter tightly hugging a man in a hidden corner.
She leaned in and kissed the man eagerly and even her soft, teasing voice could be faintly heard in the video. "Do you like it?"
The clip was short, but it was enough to make Damien so furious that he nearly spat blood.
He kicked me hard in the chest. "You taught your daughter well."