Chapter 177

In the upscale neighborhood of Willow Creek Estates, a taxi rolled to a stop at the side entrance. A woman, wrapped in a white down coat and wearing a mask, stepped out and briskly made her way into the community, pushing open the door of a villa adorned with beautiful candles that bore the image of a cat.

Inside, Miranda, who had been anxiously waiting, immediately approached her.

"Mila!"

"How did it go?"

Mila shut the villa door behind her, removing her mask with one hand while carrying a large bag with the other, heading straight for the basement.

"He was quite cooperative," she replied.

Miranda walked alongside her, shaking a translucent bag in her hand, which contained a handgun that glimmered under the light.

Roland had been in a rough situation, and Mila was concerned about him, but she didn't want things to escalate to violence. They had reached a compromise.

Roland had tossed the gun behind the basement door and backed away while Miranda retrieved the gun and tossed in the medication he needed. Fortunately, Roland was compliant.

At the foot of the stairs, standing by the basement door, Mila exchanged a glance with Miranda.

with her gloved hands, expertly loading it. Though she hadn't used this particular model before, her familiarity with firearms made it

the basement, one after

slumped against the wall, head bowed and motionless. Scattered around him lay opened

"Roland?"

moved closer, calling softly. When he didn't respond, she approached

with firearms, this was her first time aiming at a person, and her hands trembled slightly with tension, beads of sweat forming

him flat on the ground without

shirt to reveal a blood-soaked bandage wrapped haphazardly around his lean, muscular

out scissors from the large bag she had brought. After disinfecting them with iodine, she carefully cut away the makeshift bandage and poured hydrogen peroxide

quiet that one could hear a pin

her clumsy technique caused Roland, still unconscious, to occasionally groan,

there was nothing more

wound to the hospital was out of the question, and calling for outside help was equally impossible. She had to rely

have to

had grazed his side, exiting cleanly without lodging inside, making the injury an external one

Mila finished, she was sweating

medical waste from the basement, hauling blankets back and forth to make a makeshift bed on the floor, and then together, they

light blanket, they turned to leave. Miranda finally allowed herself a

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