The sun was setting as Enzo stepped off the private jet. He returned after a week of absence and, without even looking around, headed straight towards the entrance of his mansion.

"Where is Alice." Enzo demanded an answer in an impatient tone, taking off his gloves as he walked. Sam, his right-hand man pacing beside him, glanced at the tablet.

"Upstairs, walking down the hall towards the master bathroom."

And that's all Enzo wanted to know after a whole week of absence.