Third POV

Kira marched angrily toward her room in the mansion, her footsteps heavy with frustration.

As soon as she entered, she let out a frustrated squeal and slammed her bedside lamp, furious about how everything had unfolded.

Her anger consumed her, and her fists were tightly clenched in rage.

Picking up her phone to make a call, it didn't take long for someone on the other end to answer.

"This isn't working," she snapped into the phone.

"Make it work; we can't afford to fail. You know the consequences if we do," the voice on the other end replied sternly.

"He's obsessed and distracted, but he’s not weak. He...