Inside a bright living room that was filled with lots of paintings gave the room an exquisite look and the room was radiating with a posing aura.
Despite the living room's bright view, it was heavily guarded by armed men dressed in black and they also looked equally trained and she wondered if Dylan and Gerald could fight them at all.
She got worried knowing her man might not know that he was coming to a dangerous zone but she hoped it was all going to go well but she hoped they could get help like the last time and not trust the man's lies.
Sandra stared coldly at the man that was sitting like a king on the couch without a care in the world and she felt like choking him.
The man was sitting on the couch lazily as he tapped his hand on the table like he was having a countdown.
