“Is it done?” Krane inquires over the phone. Receiving the affirmative response, he ends the call and turns to face Renard, his wife Tiffany, and Vincent.
“Lucian will be getting the message soon, I’m sure of it,” Krane assures Renard with a sneer.
Tiffany chuckles and sidles up to Renard, a playful pout on her lips. “And we were able to succeed all thanks to my help. You should be rewarding me for this, honey,” she says, attempting to hug him.
Renard sighs, pushing her away with a stern expression. “That’s good to hear. I hope they were careful. I don’t want her and their unborn child dead too soon.”
Krane nods, reassuring him, “I explicitly told them what to do. She should wake up without any major complications.”
Vincent’s phone begins to ring, drawing his attention. It’s his girlf
