Mo Xing stared at the closed doors, his mind a whirlwind of regret and frustration. The echoes of Anna's last words rang in his ears, drowning out the chaos that had just unfolded. He had spent years planning every detail of this operation, yet it had all unraveled in an instant, leaving him feeling more lost than ever.
He rubbed his forehead, trying to ease the growing tension. Anna's anger was a force to be reckoned with, and he knew it would take more than a simple apology to mend the rift between them. But what hurt the most was the realization that he might have lost her for good.
Just as he was lost in thought, Liang, his trusted friend and confidant, approached him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "At last, this mess is dealt with," Liang said softly, his voice tinged with a mixture of relief and sympathy.
