259.Chapter 259

Standing before Desmond was a young man in his early twenties, dressed casually in a black hoodie and jeans. He was definitely not Camilla.

Desmond's gaze darkened, his voice sharp and demanding. "Where is Camilla?"

The young man blinked, looking confused. "And you are?"

Desmond's tone turned even colder. "Camilla, the owner of this house. Is she here?"

The young man shrugged, his expression innoc