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.”

a radiant smile gracing her lips. Her soft voice trembled

Night descended.

to find rest. Her thoughts were consumed with worry for Zach,

deafening clap of

shrieked in terror, reflexively covering her ears and curling into a tight ball.

her memories. The day her parents were attacked, it was raining,

Mila cocooned herself

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she curled her legs

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

from the door, barely audible but distinct

the blankets, she discovered the room cloaked in impenetrable. darkness. Perhaps it was the storm that

outside deepened her unease. The power outage alone was

investigate, she threw off the blankets and slipped out of bed,

trembling hands, she unlocked the door and eased it

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