...
Several days later.
"Who are you? Where is this place?" a man, shoved and pushed by two mercenary-looking men, was escorted into an underground chamber of Mandy Qamar's villa. After one of the mercenaries removed the black hood from the man's head, they stood like wooden statues on either side of the door, silent and stoic.
The man, filled with terror, hurried to open his eyes, looking all around. To his surprise, there was only one woman present – to be precise, a seductress with skin as smooth as cream and a figure that curved provocatively, radiating an aura of allure.
As the man took in his surroundings and his emotions stabilized, Mandy Qamar's crimson lips parted softly as she said, "Welcome, Zackery the philanthropist, no, to be exact, you should be Yerick Zackery, the Asia-Pacific Executive Officer."
