Karla's thoughts tumbled in confusion, torn between the pressing issue with Duncan and the sudden appearance of this mysterious figure. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob, contemplating whether to address Duncan's threat or confront the unknown person before her. The room filled with an uneasy stillness as she grappled with her options, knowing that her decision would have far-reaching consequences. But as the person turned on the fluorescent bulb, its bright light flooding the previously dim-lit restroom, Karla heaved a sigh of relief. It was then that she recognized the figure standing before her—it was none other than Xia, a friend and colleague. In her state of panic, Karla had failed to take a proper look earlier, and the dim lighting had triggered her xenophobia, causing her initial fear and confusion."What are you doing here...?" Xia began to ask, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity. However, before she could finish her sent
Abigail was momentarily stunned, not expecting such a response from Karla. She had anticipated a collaborative effort, but the notion of Karla actively participating in the mission took her by surprise. However, Abigail quickly composed herself, realizing that Karla's commitment to the cause was unwavering. Gathering her thoughts, Abigail nodded, a mixture of surprise and admiration in her eyes. "Alright then," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We will go together." Nodding her head, Karla leaned forward, her expression determined and focused. "When we follow him tomorrow, you'll stay outside and just keep surveying while I go in there, kick their damn asses, and grab the journal. Got it?" Abigail, feeling a creeping sense of franticness, nodded in response, attempting to hide her unease by looking away. "Alright. I am in," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of determination and apprehension. "See you later tomorrow," Karla said, concluding their conversatio
As the journal hit the ground with a thud, the sudden commotion caused everyone in the room to snap their gazes toward Karla, who had been lurking behind a tall barrel. Poised in a ready manner, her face concealed behind a masked veil, Karla emitted an aura of mystery, keeping her identity hidden. The unexpected turn of events put everyone on high alert, and they swiftly drew their guns in response to Gregg's rising anger. Tension filled the air as the atmosphere became charged with apprehension and unease. Gregg, his face contorted with fury, directed his fury towards Karla, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction. "Who are you?" he roared, demanding an answer from the mysterious intruder. Undeterred by Gregg's hostile question, Karla took a bold step forward, a sneer playing on her lips. With a fearless demeanor, she uttered her defiant response, her voice laced with determination. "I'm going to be your enemy, Mr." Without wasting a single second, Karla swiftly closed
Staring at Karla with a creeping feeling of remorse, Duncan hesitated for a moment. He outstretched his hand, intending to touch her shoulder in a gesture of comfort, but stopped his fingers just an inch away before ultimately dropping his hand. "Why do you have to be stubborn all the time?" Duncan asked, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and regret. Karla, determined to maintain her composure, resisted the urge to retort. She focused on fighting back her tears, refusing to let them burst forth and display her vulnerability. Not knowing what more to say, Duncan quietly left the room, the heaviness of the situation lingering in the air. The silence engulfed Karla, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the emotional turmoil that enveloped her. After a while, Abigail cautiously walked into the room, sensing the tension that had transpired between Karla and Duncan. Karla shifted her gaze to Abigail, her eyes filled with a mix of weariness and curiosity. "Look, I'm...
Regaining her voice, Karla couldn't contain her confusion and concern and immediately asked Duncan for clarification. "What do you mean?" she inquired, her tone filled with a mix of shock and disbelief. Duncan, however, remained silent, his face reflecting the weight of the revelation he had just shared. Observing Karla's attempt to sit up, he swiftly moved towards her, gently restraining her from making any sudden movements."What's wrong with you?" Duncan scolded lightly, his voice revealing a blend of worry and protectiveness. "You were shot in the abdomen, so you shouldn't move too much." Karla winced, feeling a sharp pain emanating from her wounded abdomen. A light scream escaped her lips, and Duncan's immediate presence provided comfort and support."But the doctor said the bullet grazed my abdomen," Karla protested, trying to make sense of the conflicting information. Duncan sighed softly, his voice tinged with a mixture of concern and frustration. "Shut up," he retort
As Julie's concerned gaze shifted towards Karla's noticeably bulging abdomen, she instinctively attempted to pull up Karla's clothing slightly to examine the area. However, Duncan, acting on instinct, swiftly caught Julie's hand before she could proceed. In a subtle gesture, he flicked an imaginary speck of dirt from her hair, attempting to divert her attention away from Karla's condition. Duncan, realizing the need to provide an explanation, spoke up, his voice calm yet slightly strained. "Karla and I spent the night somewhere last night," he said, his words carefully chosen. "She didn't sleep all night, which is why she's looking pale." Duncan hoped that this partial truth would suffice as an explanation for Karla's appearance. Confusion and disbelief filled Julie's expression as she processed Duncan's statement. "What? Why didn't she sleep?" she asked, her voice tinged with astonishment. Her mind was unable to grasp the reason behind Karla's sleepless night. Caught off guar
Karla's lips parted in surprise as Duncan's unexpected action took her off guard. She hadn't anticipated such an intimate gesture from him. Nevertheless, her surprise quickly gave way to a sense of warmth and gratitude. Her arms instinctively wrapped around Duncan, holding onto him as if seeking solace and reassurance. The embrace spoke volumes, conveying an unspoken understanding and a deep connection between them. In that moment, words became unnecessary as their shared bond and care for one another transcended any need for explanation. Duncan pulled back slightly, his eyes still closed as he relished the peaceful moment, feeling the closeness he shared with Karla. He opened his eyes and gazed at her, a genuine smile on his face. "Thank you so much, Karla," he expressed sincerely. "I really appreciate what you've done for me." Karla blushed, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. She patted Duncan's back gently, reciprocating the gesture of affection. "You're welcome," she replied
Zinnia, shocked by the escalating confrontation, couldn't hide her astonishment, "How dare you? Did you just talk back to my mother? Are you high or something?!" Duncan's response was defiant, "I'm not. I think you all have been high." His words hung heavily in the air, further fueling the tension in the room. As the room continued to stare at Duncan, he stood his ground and spoke with determination, "I'm done working as a mere cleaner in this company. I am a son-in-law of this family, and I deserve respect regardless of my position." Zinnia, still seething with anger, responded with a firm oath, "You will not get what you wish." Undeterred by Zinnia's warning, Duncan made a bold declaration, shocking everyone present. He calmly stated, "Then I will look for work elsewhere. I'm sure the Walton Group of Companies would be interested in employing me since I am connected to the Lennart family." His words reverberated through the room, leaving the others in disbelief. They couldn'