Time trickled away.
Kiara consistently employed psychological suggestions to persuade the villain to come out, her approach sounding casual like a chat. Spectators couldn't bear the sultry weather, and some had already begun to whisper.
"How come this negotiator doesn't act like the ones on TV? Even though she speaks almost with the same accent, it sounds like she's not dealing with serious matters."
"Is she capable?"
"Exactly, why doesn't she speak to the point?"
"The authorities just know how to spend our taxpayers' money on idlers. Look at these people in charge, utterly incompetent."
A few onlookers murmured among themselves, their words reaching Mario Yuno's ears. He glared fiercely at these people. What did these amateurs know about professional matters? How could his wife be talking nonsense? This had to be her tactic!
Meanwhile, Kiara's subtle battle continued, and Mother Yuno's phone rang.
It was Isaac calling.
"Mom! Why hasn't Mrs. Kiara arrived yet?"
