Emilia's plan

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Ana's heart pounded in her chest as she dashed forward on her stiletto heels, the polished floor threatening to betray her balance with every step. Frustration mounting, she kicked off her heels, her fingers tensing with urgency. Yet, even as she fled, the ominous footsteps of the two men echoed behind her, a chilling reminder of the danger lurking close behind.

"Bitch! If you do not stop, we will suck you dry once we lay our hands on you," one of the thugs said, continuing to rush after Ana, who paid no attention because all she could think about was finding someone to save her.

She dashed toward a vacant corridor. Her breathing was getting labored from running, so she ducked behind a wall and attempted to catch it.

She quickly put her hand in her bag grabbed her phone out and straight dialled Richard.

On the flip side, Richard hurried back to the bar where he had abandoned his phone earlier. His anger had driven him to leave it behind in his rush to confront Ana.

"Sir, your ph