Dulcie broke the silence, her voiceced with concern.
Lucinda, I cant get through to Alyan.
I think hes already… She knew exactly what kind of man Alyan was.
Hed stop at nothing to save Miley.
Its alright.
Ill take care of it.
You get some rest, Lucinda replied, leaving the room.
The partnership with Eason had been hers from the start, and if things went south, it was her mess to clean up. That weight of responsibility sat heavy on her as she walked away, leaving Dulcie with a deep sense of unease.
Meanwhile, outside Hollisb, Alyan and his team had the ce surrounded, tension thick in the air.
He was determined to rescue Miley,e hell or high water.
Boss, weve confirmed thebs door is solid metal, one of his men reported.
Even explosives cant st it open.
Mileys inside.
Alyans jaw clenched.
Not even explosives could blow it open? He wasnt convinced.
Sensing his leaders intensity, Alyans right-hand man quickly stepped in. Boss, I know youre itching to get her out, but weve got to be smart about this.
Your safetyes first.
Charging in wont do any good if we cant open that door.
We need thebs keys and specialized materials to crack those locks.
He continued, Weve already got intel on the materials.
Lets study them before we make a move.
After a tense pause, Alyan finally nodded, frustration clear in his eyes as he stepped away.
Inside theb, Mileyy on a narrow bed in a stark, empty room.
The only thing in sight was a small table holding a meager portion of food. Groggily, she sat up, her head pounding.
The mix of booze, trauma, and being knocked out had left her body aching all over.
She rubbed her throbbing head and forced herself out of bed, scanning the room.
She knew this was Hollisir.
Hed abducted her to get leverage over her father.
But where was she exactly? And how on earth could she get word to the outside world? Her phone had been snatched, and the room had no windows.
She couldnt even tell if it was day or night.
Helplessness hit her like a tidal wave, and she slid down the door in despair.
Dad… Alyan…