The Wrong Woman

Zach and Loretta sat on the couch, tied up with ropes and with tape covering their mouths. Bombs were strapped to their bodies and they looked extremely terrified.

Upon spotting Mila, their fear heightened. Tears welled in their eyes as they wriggled and protested against their restraint. Their muffled cries attempted to break through the layers of tape covering their mouths. It was as if they were desperately signaling Mila to flee.

"Grandma, Grandpa..." Mila's face paled with fear. Worried about Zach's and Loretta's safety, she yelled angrily, "Oliver, what do you want?"

Oliver lounged at the opposite end of the couch, legs crossed, and replied casually, "Isn't it obvious?"

At that moment, a man armed with a gun approached them and demanded they hand over all their phones and watches.

Sienna lowered her head, leaned toward Daniel's ear, and whispered, "We're being held hostage. There are loads of men, loads of guns, and tons of explosives here. One wrong move and we'll be blown to bits. Lucky you, huh? You'll die soon. Are you happy?"

Daniel remained impassive.

many people get to share your fate?"

her with his bare hands. Even as death loomed, she persisted in mocking

Daniel, his expression darkened. He approached and

now, he sat in a wheelchair, weak and dejected. Oliver could scarcely believe this was the same

bravery, she said, "Since I'm the one you

stern expression, Oliver repeated, "What's wrong with Dan?" "He served as an undercover narcotics agent but his cover was blown. It led to brutal torture that left him blind, paralyzed in the legs, and

carries its risks. We're all just trying to make our way through life, aren't we? I'm not exactly in great shape myself." Ignoring Daniel's injuries, he lounged on the couch and casually continued, "Now, I'm a fugitive in Norvania, and there's no hope of me inheriting the Hoffis

of you is in my control now. I might consider letting everyone

are you asking