Mia sat huddled in the corner of the room. The atmosphere was deathly silent, broken only by the faint, muffled voices of two guards behind the door.
"Damn it, we’re stuck guarding this sick freak," one guard complained, lighting a cigarette. "Meanwhile, Young Master Peter is throwing a massive wedding party tonight. I bet the food is gourmet and the place is crawling with beautiful women."
"Just deal with it. If this girl escapes, it’s our heads," the other replied. "The Big Boss gave strict orders—no one finds out about Mia, especially not tonight. We can’t have her ruining the event."
A few moments later, a maid arrived carrying a tray with bland porridge and several high-dose pills—sedatives meant to keep Mia sedated and helpless. As the maid opened the door, the guards peered insid
