Back in the north wing meeting room in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was in uproar.
The polished floors and dignified atmosphere could do nothing to suppress the tension crackling in the air.
Wang Xueying stood in the middle, her wrists bound as two burly guards tightened their grip on her arms.
Across the room, Foreign Minister Gao Liang's face was red with fury, his hands clenched as he paced back and forth like a predator ready to strike.
"Who the hell let her into the north wing?!" Gao Liang's voice boomed through the room, "This is a high-level meeting with Federation dignitaries, and you imbeciles let her—" he jabbed a finger in Wang Xueying's direction, "—wander into one of the most sensitive areas of this goddamn building! How incompetent can you be?!"
Wang Xueying smiled awkwardly, trying to maintain her composure despite the growing pit of fear in her stomach.
