“Nate, it’s Wanda. Lucas and Oliver, along with a group of armed thugs, have forcibly entered my home


    and nted explosives throughout the house. My grandparents, Phoebe, Simon, Dan, and Sienna are


    also here with me. We’re being held hostage.


    “They’re demanding 50 billion and have threatened to detonate the explosives if we call the police.


    They’ve arranged for a helicopter in the backyard for their escape.”


    After sending the message, M quickly switched off the virtualputer screen and hid the ne


    under her shirt cor. Seeing nothing unusual outside, she left the bathroom and returned to her room.


    She wasn’t certain if Nathan would receive the message or what action he might take whether he


    would notify the authorities or organize a rescue mission. Everything was uncertain.


    As time passed, M’s anxiety mounted as she remained unsure about the situation with the others.


    She paced in her room. Suddenly, she heard the sounds of scuffling and the curses of mening


    from the room next door.


    In a panic, M hurried to open the door, only to find a man standing guard aiming his gun at her. His


    expression threatening as hemanded, “Get back inside.”


    Milá cautiously peered outside and asked, “What’s happening? Who’s fighting?”


    A chorus of aggressive male voices erupted from the nearby room. “I like feisty ones like you. Come


    on, fight me. I’ll fuck you to death.”


    Then, Phoebe’s furious scream pierced through the chaos. “Don’t you dare touch me! You disgusting


    scum!”


    M’s heart clenched. She ignored the man aiming a gun at her head and pushed her way out. She


    couldn’t bear the sounds of Phoebe being hit, her struggles, and her screams of pain. It felt like her


    heart was being ripped apart.


    At that moment, M didn’t care about her own safety anymore. If anyone dared to hurt Phoebe, M


    would immediately seek revenge, even if it meant sacrificing herself.


    “Go ahead. Shoot me if you dare,” M spat out as she red at the man holding the gun. Tears


    brimmed in her eyes. She pushed him away forcefully and dashed to the next room, which was


    unguarded.


    As she flung the door open, her heart sank at the sight of two men hurting Phoebe. Phoebey on the


    ground, battered and bleeding, her clothes torn.


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    The two shirtless men were struggling to undo their pants when they were startled by M’s sudden


    appearance. In a sh, their expressions shifted to cold and malicious.


    M trembled as fury surged through her like scorchingva which seared her heart. Tears threatened


    to spill from her eyes.


    Worried about M’s safety, Phoebe fought and shouted, “M, don’t worry about me. Get out of here!”


    M’s


    ary eyes o


    hardened as she mmed the door closed.


    The two menacing men moved closer to M while licking their lips. One of them remarked, Seems like


    we’ve found ourselves another pretty one.”


    M strode toward the men with confidence. Her hand reached for the pen gun cunningly disguised as


    a hairpin in her hair. With swift movements, she lunged at one of the men and pressed the


    pen gun against his chest.


    A suppressed gunshot resounded, and the first man crumpled to the ground instantly. The other man


    stood frozen. He was shocked by his partner’s sudden copse.


    Shortly after, another shot rang out. The second man dropped to the ground with a thud louder than the


    gunshot itself.


    Phoebe watched in astonishment. M seemed strangely unfamiliar to her at that moment.