"How's the preparation?""Clear!""Good. Let's go!"The security team worked together to secure the Mansion area first, ensuring that all access points were tightly controlled. They heightened security by strengthening patrols.After careful planning, Clark gathered his best security team to capture the suspected perpetrator. They immediately moved towards the village of Tar to uphold justice.***The atmosphere in the village appeared deserted and eerie. There were no signs of activity in the evening. Clark and his team intentionally conducted the operation after sunset to avoid drawing attention.Clark and his team, consisting of trained security members, moved towards an old building at the village's outskirts. The building was surrounded by dense trees and steep streets, adding to its ominous impression."We split up, block the exit!" ordered Clark, followed by nods from the three other team members.The building had cracked wooden floors and broken windows, resembling an abandone
Arren and Madam Rossie have arrived in the city center. To their surprise, the chaotic and tense atmosphere has now calmed.The crowd is no longer demonstrating for the removal of leaders. They are gathered, sitting with cushions, umbrellas, and anything to shield themselves from the sun, singing inspirational songs to boost spirits this afternoon.Arren and Madam Rossie feel relieved. For some time, the masses seemed unruly and even inflicted harm on each other. Physical clashes became inevitable and hospitals were filled with casualties from the protests.However, at present, the atmosphere appears peaceful and conducive. The previously angry and aggressive protesters now seem calm, although the damage caused by anarchic actions is still visible around them.Some buildings are damaged, streets are dusty, and remnants of extinguished fires from previous clashes are still present. Yet, the atmosphere has shifted to a more serene state, entirely different from what Arren had imagined.
"How dare you be here! Don't you have any shame?" Madam Rossie sarcastically asks to Abigail, who arrogantly asserts her authority."Mother, this is an official forum, be polite to me.""I am not your mother!""Well, suit yourself ...."The verbal sparring between the two leaders creates tension in the meeting room. The attending council members feel uncomfortable with the conflict between the two women. Some try to maintain calm by focusing on the meeting agenda.However, Abigail's presence, the unrecognized new leader, disrupts the meeting's conduciveness. One council member attempts to ease the situation."Perhaps we should focus on today's meeting agenda. I kindly ask the ladies to calm down," he says, avoiding taking sides. "We need to find solutions to the demands of the protesters who have damaged the city for the past few days," he continues.Madam Rossie nods in agreement, while Abigail shifts her gaze, seemingl
"Who is that?" Abigail squints, unable to clearly see the riotous group filling this sacred meeting room."Madam Abigail! You and Madam Andersen have violated our rights!" he yells, full of anger. "We will sue you!""Damn it! Old devil Voltus! What does he want?!" Abigail grumbles as she sees Mr. Voltus, the opposition leader, suddenly appear and create chaos.The opposition group should have been her political allies, but for some reason, they now seem like bitter enemies. Abigail is confused; she doesn't understand how the situation could turn this bad."Aunt, what's happening?" Abigail panics, turning to Mrs. Andersen."I don't know, Abbey. Hold your anger!" Mrs. Andersen rises from her seat and approaches Mr. Voltus and his entourage. Her heart beats fast, not expecting a debate like this."Gentlemen, what's going on? Did you come late to the meeting and are disappointed with us?" Mrs. Andersen pretends to be oblivious. She i
(Provence District, Rossie; 40 years ago)"Where's mom?" asked little Abigail, who was 5 years old at the time. Her nanny had just made food, but Abigail refused to eat it because she was waiting for her mother to arrive."Your mother is in the pavilion, Miss. Please eat the breakfast on your own!" said the nanny a little forcefully. She didn't allow Abigail to meet her mother, as her master told her so."I want to eat with Mom!""No way! I mean ... No way, Miss. Your father will pick you up soon, please eat first then meet him."Abigail whined and refused her nanny's advances. She insisted on meeting her mother and then finishing her food.Abigail hasn't seen her mother for some time. She wanted to embrace her mother again, hear her voice, and feel the warmth of her mother's love that she had not felt for a long time.However, her mother was now lying weak in a room far away in the Pavilion. The old madam was almost helpless and was just waiting for the rest of her life.Of course, t
Madam Rossie and Arren were evacuated abruptly amidst the chaotic night at the Regional Hall. Clark, the head of the security team, swiftly directed both of his employers to the security vehicle, leaving the conflict site for a safer place.The security convoy moved with synchronized speed, three vehicles neatly aligned on the roadside. Former Rossi leaders were positioned at the front of the formation, creating a procession determined to stay in harmony."Thank goodness you evacuated on time. Arren nearly got injured again," Madam Rossie said, sighing in relief."We identified the situation beforehand, Madam. Shaun also warned about the potential clash. We are always vigilant," Clark responded firmly. Beside him, the calm driver remained silent."Grandma, what happened to Shaun and Mr. West? Why aren't they with us?" Arren asked, catching her breath. The girl seemed to be adjusting her breathing after sprinting to escape the rioting crowd at the regional hall."I don't know, my dear
Madam Rossie and Arren, faced the menacing atmosphere as heavy rain poured down the city streets. In the darkening night, only the convoy of Madam Rossie's car ventured through the desolate roads.The raindrops resounded, creating a deafening sound as they touched the steel-coated roof of the car. The front window was covered with swirling water droplets, accompanying the rhythmic movement of the windshield wipers. The driver's visibility was limited, adding risk to their journey."Sir, shouldn't we pull over?" expressed Arren, growing concerned about the increasingly hazardous road conditions."No, Miss. We can't take the risk. I'll drive cautiously," affirmed the driver firmly."Indeed, Arren. Stopping would be perilous," agreed Clark, supporting the driver's decision.Despite the slow pace, they needed to keep moving to avoid allowing criminals to pursue or take advantage of the situation. The cars continued crawling forward within the rain siege, with only a few kilometers left to
"Madam! Miss!" A loud cry called out to the passengers in the first car.The car was severely damaged, with shattered windows and scattered car parts along the road. Fortunately, the guards in the third car were not seriously injured; they quickly jumped out of the damaged vehicle, disregarding their injuries.Dust and smoke gradually subsided, providing a clearer view of the wreckage.The guards from the third car immediately took action to rescue their employer. Their primary mission was to ensure the safety of Madam Rossie and Miss Arren, even if it meant sacrificing themselves. The brave guards hurried towards the main car carrying their employer.In an intense and critical situation, they swiftly opened the door of the car, filled with broken glass and significant damage. Madam Rossie and Miss Arren appeared injured and shaken, but fortunately, they were alive."Madam Rossie, Miss Arren, how are you?" asked a concerned guard, assisting them out of the severely damaged car.Madam
The tip of the dagger was bent. No one would have expected that a sharp dagger could change its shape like that."No-no!" the servant cried out. She was very confused. How could Arren's stomach, which should have been stained with blood, bend the dagger without any effort?In a decisive moment, the dagger had undergone plastic deformation, like a metal dance changing its shape without being able to return to its original state."W-what's happening?" The servant wondered with trembling hands. Arren just smiled triumphantly. Her opponent had been thoroughly defeated without calculation."I anticipated this, Lesel," Arren said with a proud face.Yes. Lesel. It turned out she was Esme's henchman who was so eager to take her life."H-how did you know?"Arren immediately tore the tulle fabric covering her stomach. There was a shiny accessory there. A steel belt."W-what?"At first, the rumble and vibration were indeed felt by Lesel. She didn't expect that the collision between the dagger and
The blonde servant pursed her lips, while the black-haired one kept staring straight ahead."Fine!" she replied somewhat annoyed, but indeed their plan must not be ruined."I'll keep watch around. You need to get ready soon.""Okay."The two suspicious servants then continued their secret mission. There wasn't much for them to do except find their target and carry out their revenge."It seems he's on the west balcony. Wait for my signal, we'll launch the attack soon!""Okay!"***The atmosphere of the banquet was still lively with the melodious music playing softly in the background. Some guests enjoyed it while dining, while others continued chatting. Arren and Leon seemed happy as they greeted the guests present."It seems... I feel stifled," Arren whispered to Leon. This pregnancy made her easily tired and also felt hot all the time."Do you want to leave this place?" Leon asked, wrapping his arm around his wife's waist."Yes," Arren replied weakly."Let's go, then," said Leon, affe
Ava's eyes sparkled with happiness. She nodded eagerly and hugged Arren in return. "Thank you, Aunt!"Ava didn't expect that her birthday would be celebrated with a special feast, even though the feast wasn't specifically held for her."You're welcome, Ava!" Arren replied in kind. She was happy to cheer up her little friend who seemed down and lacking in spirit due to the absence of her parents."We have to go, Ava. This is for you," said Leon as he handed over a wrapped gift box with a purple ribbon on top."W-what's this, Sir?" Ava asked, surprised and delighted. She didn't expect to receive a gift from Mr. Leon on a day that wasn't her birthday."Consider it an installment gift," Leon joked, chuckling softly."Ahaha! Thank you so much!" exclaimed Ava as she opened the gift wrap. Inside was a brown fur teddy bear. "So cute!" Ava exclaimed happily. Arren and Leon were pleased to see her reaction.Shortly afterward, they really had to leave as there was something they needed to ensure
After some time in the hospital, Arren was finally allowed to go home. There were no signs of danger or contraindications from the treatment she received."Thank you, Doctor. I feel much healthier," Arren said after the doctor visited her for the last time."You're welcome, Madam. I'm glad you've recovered without difficulty."Doctors Freddy and Josh watched Arren leave with relieved hearts. Finally, their worries were gone. Arren was truly free from the danger that threatened her life.***On the way home, Leon kept staring at Arren with uncertain feelings. He was truly happy with his wife's recovery, but there was something that worried him."Are you sure about your plan? I don't want to put you in danger again, Darling!" Leon exclaimed, not wanting to endanger his wife anymore."There's no other way. We can do it, Darling!" Arren said firmly with strong determination.Leon sighed deeply. He couldn't prevent his wife's stubbornness. "Promise me, you'll stick to our plan.""Yes, Darli
"Sir! You're mistaken!" the nurse exclaimed, holding Leon's arm to prevent him from punching the doctor."What?!" Leon turned to the nurse. He was exhausted and couldn't tolerate any more mistakes from the doctor that would result in his children being born with defects."You misunderstood, Sir!""Yes, that's right!""Your children are fine, Sir."The voices of the nurse and doctor echoed. Leon lowered his fist and looked towards Dr. Freddy, who seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief."Tell me, Doctor! What happened to my wife and my children?!" Leon demanded, still full of anger.Before the doctor could answer, Arren's faint voice could be heard behind the nurse standing by the bed."Le—on…" she called softly."Arren!" Leon pushed aside the nurses covering his wife's presence. "Arren!" Leon approached Arren, tears streaming down his face. "Are you... awake?" he asked, gently caressing his wife's forehead."Uh huh," Arren replied weakly. "What happened? Why does it seem crowded here?"
Leon gripped Arren's hand tightly as they rushed to the hospital. Anxiety and worry consumed him. For some reason, Leon had a bad feeling."Driver! Faster!" Leon commanded as he saw Arren grimacing in pain, cold sweat dripping from her forehead and body, Arren's breaths were labored."Yes, Sir!"The driver immediately accelerated the car, doing his best to balance the increasingly speeding vehicle. He was truly worried that the young lady was suffering from an extraordinary ailment."Arren, hold on," Leon pleaded, continuing to comfort Arren with hugs and handholds."Argh, Leon..." Arren groaned as if enduring excruciating pain. Not just in his stomach, but throughout her body."We're almost there!" The driver signaled. Leon was so anxious. He nodded and prepared to take Arren to the emergency room as soon as they arrived at the hospital.Finally, after driving for some time, they arrived at the hospital."Doctor! Doctor!" Leon carried Arren to the ER, where everyone watched them with
Lora was successfully evacuated, and everyone was overjoyed. However, there was a strangeness apparent to her. Arren even noticed it. "Le-Leon...," she called out as Lora approached her.An unfamiliar scent emanated from Lora's body. It made Arren extremely nauseous."Ugh!" Arren vomited. He couldn't contain the overwhelming nausea."Darling!" Leon exclaimed in alarm. What was happening to his wife?"Le-Leon... Lora's... scent... it's very... unpleasant," she murmured as she nestled into her husband's embrace. Leon immediately caught Arren, who had almost fallen earlier. Now, his beloved wife was in a swoon."What scent?" Leon tried to sharpen his sense of smell. Indeed, he smelled something foreign and pungent, like the scent of lead. "Lora, come closer to me!"Leon tried to inhale the scent more deeply. Lora's heart, of course, was in turmoil. But the girl had already linked herself to William. Now, Mr. Leon was no longer the man who dominated her heart."Just wait a moment."With mo
Laurens's shout almost made Mrs. Dolores's heart jump out. "Oh, God!" The middle-aged woman then ran following Laurens's footsteps as he moved toward the field area."Leon! Let's follow them!" Arren exclaimed, following Mrs. Dolores's lead to her daughter's supposedly accident site. Leon followed Arren after ensuring Mrs. Dolores's house was securely closed.Arriving at the field, they were surprised to find Lora in a gaping hole. The hole, with rough soil around it, resembled a dug hole."Ouch!" Lora groaned in pain. Several wounds were visible on her knees and arms. "Mom! Help me!" she cried, tears streaming down her face."Oh, God! Lora! What happened to you?!" Mrs. Dolores trembled. "Laurens! Do something for your sister!" she ordered her son, who also seemed confused."I was just running, then... suddenly I fell in here! Huhu!" Lora continued to cry in pain.Arren and Leon had just arrived, as did the villagers who heard Laurens's shouts nearby."Get a rope!" Leon shouted, rolling
"Lora!" Arren called out, waving her hand. Lora just nodded her head, not returning the gesture of the young miss.Laurens felt uneasy. He elbowed Lora's ribs a little roughly. "Be polite, Lora!" he scolded his younger sister.Lora just snorted and turned away. She then ran off home without saying goodbye, without uttering a word.Arren, who was quite far from them, looked puzzled. However, she didn't dwell on it too much. There were many villagers waiting to talk to her."So, how will you develop our village, Miss Leader?" asked a middle-aged man who seemed to be struggling to find work.Arren just smiled and gave a brief answer. She didn't want to make empty promises. Arren would surely do her best. "You must be patient but diligent. When the village programs are finally implemented, I hope the villagers will truly make the most of them.""Thank you, Miss Leader! We will definitely do that!"Leon looked proud of Arren's gentle yet firm attitude. Arren could indeed be a good leader, l