Chapter 8: Frustrated

-/Country A/-

Golden heights corporation


Meanwhile, in an office on the hundredth floor of Golden Heights Corporation, Trey Collins stares blankly at the vast ocean view through the glass wall of his enormous office. With a fierce look on his face, if there’s one thing that riled him, it’s when things don’t go his way.

He turns around to face his three highly skilled efficient bodyguards, who were able to retrieve a needle when dropped into the vast sea, but were standing in front of him, repeating the same bullshit!


Baam!!


The three men gazed up nervously, then hastily retracted their gaze down, feeling weak in the leg at the sound of a hand slammed on the desk in front of them.

“It been 3 weeks, 3 f*cking weeks and you’re fucking telling me you haven’t found her? Why the hell do I pay you when you can't even find a single, frail woman’s whereabouts!? Huh!!” Trey asked sternly, his expression darkened into a venomous glare.

“You have a week to find out wherever she’s hiding,