Third Person’s POV
THE WIND was cold. The surroundings were quiet and dark, and only the rustling of leaves could be heard.
Not far away, there was a group of people who had been observing an old building for some time.
“Stephen, aren’t we going to attack yet? My fists are itching to punch someone,” Ashter muttered beside him, his face scowling as he gazed at the abandoned building just a few meters away from their hiding spot.
Stephen remained silent, knowing that his friend already knew the answer to his own question. He was just getting impatient.
He sighed and quietly observed his scattered team and friends, as well as a few of their men, while leaning on the hood of his car. Cole was not with them at the moment; he left him and the others at the mansion to guard his wife.
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