"Ria how long would it take you to gather evidence. I can see that you're not being serious with this mission. Don't push me, your fucking retarded brunette." Ria rolled her eyes as she read the text. She put her phone back in her pocket, and turned her gaze back on o the hospital bed. Where Raymond was laying. It's been two days after his surgery. He's still in a coma. And according to the doctor's statement, his chances of survival are higher. She couldn't wait to see him back on his feet. She leaned forward in her chair, beeping or hospital machines blaring in her ears. Ria placed her hands on Raymond's feeble fingers. An oxygen machine was placed across his face. "I'm really sorry, Ray." Ria muttered. For a split second, it felt like she was apologizing to someone who's listening. "I'm sorry, you had to be betrayed this way. I know you're going hate everyone so much for doing this to you." Until the first tear dropped, Ria didn't realize how stunned and broken she was. Guilt s

Al gulped down the entire glass of vodka, his face lightened. A whizz sped out of his lips as he paced towards the table to pour himself another glass.“What’s the plan?” he asked, directing the question to no one. Tyler turned away from the computer screen, letting out the sigh lurking in his throat. “I think we should give up on this mission already.” he suggested, leaning closer to see the reaction on everyone’s face. Al scoffed. Ria maintained a straight face and Dera shot him a glare. “Don’t look at me like that!” Tyler growled and stood up. “Vladimir is dead. There is no fucking way we can access that vault.” he added rolling his gaze back to Al.“Just shut up and let me think!” Dera screeched, fist tightened at her sides and gritted teeth. Tyler’s eyes fired a menacing glare. “Whatever you’re thinking about, make it fast. That diamond will be sold in 2 days.” “I have an idea.” Ria cuts in. Al’s eyes widened in curiosity. He placed his glass on the table and press