Sheila was tied up and unconscious in an abandoned steel factory, her eyes covered with a black cloth.
Meanwhile, Diego had a charming smile as he savored good wine and steak.
“Mr. Bourbon, our target hasn’t shown up. Maybe he won’t come,” a burly red- robed warrior reported.
“Don’t rush it... Let’s wait,” Diego said and put down his utensils.
He continued, “I’ve already looked into it. Dustin has a serious relationship with Sheila. Given his personality, he’ll come to rescue her.”
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