Chapter 4: The Next Morning
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The next morning, the sun pierced through the cheap blinds of Lana’s small apartment. She groaned loudly, pressing her palms against her temples. Her head felt incredibly heavy, throbbing with a brutal, blinding pain. Her stomach turned from the toxic remnants of the drug.
She sat up slowly on her small mattress, looking around her quiet, empty room.
What happened last night? she thought, desperately trying to remember. But her mind was a total blank, foggy mess. She remembered the loud music, a dark room, a terrifying face stepping way too close, and her hand swinging out of fear. But it felt like a distant, chaotic nightmare.
"I do not have time for this," Lana muttered, forcing herself out of bed. Her head spun, but she ignored it. She had a major university exam in two days. This degree was her only chance to escape poverty. She could not waste a single second.
She quickly washed her face, gathered her heavy medical textbooks, and walked out the door toward the university library.
She had absolutely no idea that a bystander in the VIP lounge had recorded the entire slap on a phone. The video was currently exploding across every social media platform in the city. The caption read that the King of the Underworld got humbled by a nobody. It had millions of views, and rival gangs were openly mocking Zekail online. Because the video was filmed from behind Lana, her face was not visible to the public. However, her unique denim jacket and her jealous friends were clear as day.
In a massive, dark mansion across the city, a glass cup shattered violently against the marble wall.
Zekail stood by his desk, his eyes burning with a terrifying, vengeful fire as he watched the viral video loop on his phone. His fierce reputation was his armor, and a nameless girl had just destroyed it in front of the entire world. For a mafia boss, looking weak was a death sentence. He had to get revenge to save his empire.
"Find her," Zekail growled to his right-hand man, his voice vibrating with lethal fury. "Bring her to me by tonight."
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