Over at one of the Queens headquarters in Nashville,the whole building was in commotion at the news of the chairman's daughter being held hostage . Mr. Mark Queen was seen pacing around his office restlessly, his face was covered in a grim expression with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead .. If someone had told him that his arrival in Nashville to close a billion dollar deal would diverge to paying billions of dollar ransom for his daughter ,he would never have believed it . And as if that wasn't enough ,his only child was strapped to a ticking bomb ! He was utterly distraught and couldn't even contain his emotion “ Get me on the call with General Witson this minute!” Mr. Mark Queen roared,prompting his men to get to work immediately In less than a minute , one of his men brought his phone to him . Mr Mark snatched the phone and put it to his ear “General Witson,this is Mr. Mark Queen, I need the best of your EOD Team, the best of them all! Send them down to warehou

“No Tiffany ,there is still something that can be done . You will not die as far as I'm concerned” A voice suddenly said authoritatively as all heads turned towards the direction. Tiffany's face went blank, her shoulders slumping in disappointment as she let out a shaky breath. This was not who she had expected. She had heard one of Mrs Choi's brothers call Andrew—he was In Fact the first person they had called before her father. So what happened ? She wasn't asking for too much, but she had expected him to at least show up and give her a little support . She was disappointed that Andrew hadn’t rushed down as she had expected, despite knowing she was in severe danger. As if that wasn’t enough, the person who showed up was the last one she would have expected." Tiffany smiled bitterly, lifting her head to the man standing a few feet away. Her throat felt dry as she forced out a reply. 'Hi, Liam.'" The words came out from her lips almost lifeless. She didn’t even try to hide her

Mr. Roman’s head snapped toward the entrance, his tense shoulders relaxing the moment he saw the Almighty Michael Billa stride in. Relief flooded his chest. Finally, a real expert. The broad-shouldered man strode in, his presence commanding. Behind him, five other men followed, each carrying a medium-sized box with practiced ease.The sheer volume of equipment alone was enough to command respect. Andrew stood off to the side, gripping a single box. It was unimpressive. Mr. Roman’s gaze flickered to him—assessing, judging, dismissing. One look at Mr. Billa’s arsenal of tools was enough to declare the obvious: Andrew didn’t stand a chance. This was an amateur standing in the shadow of an expert. One man came prepared for war; the other barely had the tools to fight. This wasn’t even a competition. Liam, standing tall beside Mr. Roman, took pleasure in the moment. His smirk was barely contained as he stepped forward, extending a hand toward the expert. "Welcome, Mr. Billa." His tone

All through the drive to Tiffany's house, Andrew could not stop thinking about Benita’s condition . Lines of worry creased his face as he drove and he spoke so little to Tiffany who was trying to get into a conversation with him. All he could think of was Benita dying after she saved his life and gave him a second chance in life. Tiffany noticed that Andrew was distracted and was surprised to see that. Andrew happened to be the most focused and unbothered person she knew so seeing him this way not only surprised her, but made her worried as well. What could he be thinking about? She asked herself. After a while, Tiffany could no longer put up with the strange silence that had filled the car. She tried to force the words out but nothing came. “Andrew, are you okay?” She asked after a long conflict in her mind. Andrew glanced at her and let out a small smile. “Yes, I'm fine. Is there anything wrong?” He tried to cover up with a smile but Tiffany could see through it. “

An hour later, Andrew's car screeched to a stop in front of the don Chester clubhouse. The lights outside were bright and inviting as Andrew tried to take in the environment of the club house before stepping out of the car . Andrew heaved a deep sigh as he walked towards the entrance. Though he still had doubts that he would be able to get the Rootox herb here ,deep down ,he hoped to be proved wrong . Benita’s life depended on this herb ,and there was nothing he wanted more than laying his hands on the damn herb . “Donchester.” Andrew whispered the name of the club house to himself. He tried to note as many details about the place as he could. If this place is capable of leading him to the Rootox herb , then he'd give it a try . Andrew concluded and made his way to the entrance “Hold on . What are you here for ?” The security guard held out his hand ,obstructing Andrew from going in. “I'm here for an auction” Andrew replied calmly,ignoring the man's spiteful gaze “C