Little did Gloria know that Boris, the one she had placed her utmost trust in, had long betrayed her.
He had long aligned himself with Clyde, becoming an accomplice in the grand plan that now threatened to destroy the old woman's carefully constructed plan.
Meanwhile, Tristan sat inside the parked jeep somewhere quite far, his gaze fixed on the screen displaying the chaotic and brutal scene unfolding at the main mansion.
He watched the fight with a detached air, his indifference contrasting starkly with the violence on display.
As Boris, the last defender, succumbed to a hail of gunfire, Tristan couldn't help but offer a cynical comment.
"What a waste," he remarked, a hint of mockery in his tone. "But I must applaud him still, such a loyal dog. Died defending his master."
He then turned his calculating gaze to the woman seated beside him, studying her with a sly curiosity.
