Tiffany is engrossed in her manicure and pedicure session, but her relaxation is shattered by the persistent disturbances caused by Lucian’s good-for-nothing mother.
Driven by anger, she finally decides to confront the issue head-on.
She leaves the spa and instructs her driver to take her to a place far away from the heart of the city, downtown. It is an old, abandoned building.
As her car pulls up in front of the dilapidated structure, she steps out with a frustrated expression. The building, though massive, is eerily silent and in disrepair.
Tiffany’s eyes narrow as she approaches one of the thugs stationed outside. “Where is she?” she demands, her voice cutting through the place.
“Locked in her room. We were able to control her,” the thug replies, trying to sound confident.
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