ere was a ringing at the

ng with a frown, she was frustrated th

anding before her. He looked untidy, with a

eded without

ushed past Kris to enter the room. Kris stepped back

emanded, "Why are you here?"

Kris with a disconcerting tranquility. His cryptic statement, delivered in a low an

ng for her phone without thinking. "What is it that yo

calculating stare, his expression indecipherable. "Simply put, I'm here for wo

rasped the seriousness of the situation. You can't simply ente

er arm tightly. "I would advise against that if I were in your shoes," he wa

ear and defiance on her face. She asked desperately,

on her arm became firmer, increasing Kris's discomfort. The scenario had shifted from

r on her arm. She attempted to free herself by kicking at him.

. "Cease the conflict," he sharply remarked. "You wi

mach, but he evaded it and seized her shoulders. She begged him t

ormed you." It's not about my desires

after the shock. Attempting to stand, she was struck in the face by him. The intensi

She attempted to resist, but her efforts were feeble. He

ed the surroundings to ensure nobody witnessed. Happy with the outcome, he closed the door and settled i

driver's seat, his face lit up

s phone and swiftly dialed a number, his

xpression while waiting

sound. "Is that so?" inquired a voice on th

. "Yes, I have secured the parcel," he

the opposite side took in the information. The man

d verify that there are no

his phone to his pocket. He kept his emotions hidden as he concentrated on the

h minute that passed, he became increasingly restless, constantly checking his watch. He li

trated. After ending the call, he drummed his fingers on the desk, his expression clearly ind

phone. "Kris, where are you?" he whispered, growing more and more worried. The meetin

notification or message, but the display remained blank. "Her lateness wit

rabbed his coat and went towards the door. He had a determi

inhaled deeply and pushed it with force. The sound reverberated within, yet no r

ole." "Are you present?" he shouted, his voice showing signs of worry. He str

he money. He walked back and forth, with his mind filled with fast-moving thoughts. "He whispered to himself that it didn't

came more concerned as he thought about the chance that something could have ha

"There has to be a problem," he stated, with

oorbell, however,

rtment, he quickly observed the untidiness. The furniture was flipped over, and a

rt beating rapidly, he ventured deeper into the room, scanning his surroundings. There was a

himself, his brow creasing with worry, that this situation appears unfavorable." His eyes swept

ed his jaws, spotting a knocked-over coffee c

ot alone and that there

s kidnap

fake. He was not about to let

oming