The Wrong Woman

Chapter 441

Lucas drew a deep breath, quelling his rage as he stowed away Mila’s gun, muttering curses under his breath directed at Oliver. “This lovestruck fool is indeed a failure. We’ve witnessed the might of this gun before, yet he let her bring it in. Piece of shit.”

With that, Lucas pivoted and strode away, his voice firm as he issued commands. “Clean up these bodies and lock these women up separately.”

“Anyone who dares to lay a hand on them will lose his dick,” Lucas thundered. “Do you, understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Vega,” his subordinates chorused in response.

Without delay, the burly men escorted Mila out of the room.

As Lucas‘ figure receded, Mila desperately cried out, her voice echoing through the corridor. “Please, get a doctor for Phoebe. She’s suffering from internal injuries. Please, get help for her.”

Ignoring her pleas, Lucas continued on his way, his steps resolute.

Separated from Phoebe once more, Mila persisted in banging on the door as she was confined to her room, her voice pleading. “Can’t you hear me? Get a doctor for Phoebe, and get her some medication. I’m begging you.”

smile gracing her lips. Her soft voice trembled with emotion. “Mila, I’m

Night descended.

and turned in bed, unable to find rest. Her thoughts were consumed with worry for Zach, Loretta, Phoebe, Nathan,

deafening clap of

reflexively covering her ears and

attacked, it was raining, the sensation of drowning in the water

by pouring rain. Mila cocooned herself within

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solace in their warmth as she

eternity, the thunder rumbled to a halt, and the rain’s relentless drumming softened

faint thud reverberated from the door, barely

she discovered the room cloaked in impenetrable. darkness. Perhaps it

silence, but the absence of sound from outside deepened her unease. The power

slipped out of bed, navigating the darkness toward the

the door and

force pushed against the door from the other side, causing Mila