บท 102: Chapter 102

A middle-aged woman stood by the window of a high-rise building, gazing down at the city below, admiring the dotted, that stretched across the skyline.

Beep!

She looked down at her bracelet, and her expression turned cold.

"Bring her in," She ordered, her voice flat with boredom. The women standing guard at the door shifted immediately, pressing their bracelets to relay her command.

After ten minutes, the door creaked open, and a woman was dragged in by two other stoned-faced women.

Mira didn't struggle. Her eyes were deadly calm, accepting her fate; she knew this woman wouldn't let her go now that she was of no use.

She walked forward calmly, needing no persuasion from the guards.

"Oh, the business genius is here," The dark-haired woman mocked, her voice dripping with venom. Her once warm eyes now bore into Mira with icy disdain.

She left the window and sat on the couch with her legs crossed, gazing at Mira's condescending smirk.