Oscar sat in the lavish guest house, nestled within the Monroe mansion's grounds.
He gazed out the window and stared at the perfectly cut grass and flowers as he talked softly on the phone.
"They're even more foolish than we thought," Oscar whispered, smiling to himself. He was surprised at how easily they believed his fake story and accepted him as Lyra's bodyguard.
Ethan's voice crackled through the line, "Really?"
Oscar's smile grew, "Lyra Monroe, the Chairperson, has no idea what's coming. She's too confident, too blinded by her power."
Ethan's tone turned cold, "See it through, Oscar. Remove her from the equation. Our plans depend on it."
"Consider it done, Sir. I'll take care of Lyra Monroe, he responded.
The line went dead, and Oscar's smile lingered, a hint of ruthlessness
