Zizi jolted and struggled in fear, but her hands and feet were tied by a rope. She anxiously looked left and there and apart from Milo, there were two more men in the room who seemed to be his underlings.
"A little birdie brought you here to my place who happened to be eavesdropping in our conversation," he smiled. "You seem like you come from a good family. Haven't your parents taught you that it's bad manners to secretly listen like this?"
His sinister voice was laced in amusement as if he was thoroughly enjoying this. It ran a shiver through her spine and the menacing look gave her an urge to cry.
Naturally, she had never been in such a precarious situation before. Now suddenly, she was trapped amongst a group of criminals and terrorists wanting to blow up the whole building.
"But I should thank you for that. We were getting bored of waiting anyway. At least, I got someone to talk to now," Milo laughed.
He lazily sat back on his chair.
