The sharp click of high heels shattered the silence in the lavish room. Leviana entered with a cold expression, but her eyes burned with fury. In her hand, a glass of wine trembled, nearly spilling from the force of her grip.

“Idiots!” she snapped, hurling the glass against the wall. It shattered into shards, crimson liquid spilling down like fresh blood.

The two burly men standing in the corner bowed their heads low, not daring to meet her gaze. “F-forgive us, Miss Leviana. We had her cornered, but that mysterious man appeared out of nowhere and—”

“Silence!” Leviana hissed, stabbing her finger at them. “You had one task: to get...