In a lavish room, the single lamplight on the wall cast a soft, golden glow over the expensive furnishings. Owen sat casually in an armchair, a phone held to his ear. His expression was one of satisfaction as he listened to the person on the other end.
"Good," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I'll be there when she wakes up next." He ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket, turning his attention to the woman sitting opposite him.
The woman had light brown hair that framed her face, a face that was a mirror image of Mia's, however with sharper eyes that made her seem like an enchanting fox, and dark red lips that gave her a fierce and dark aura. Usually, she wore a mask, but in Owen's presence, there was no need for such pretenses as they were now accomplices. Her elegant legs were crossed, and her demeanor was one of calm composure.
