The Mileage borderlands.
The predawn air carried a biting chill.
As Camilla stepped out of the car, she instinctively pulled her coat tighter around herself.
Her striking eyes, filled with worry and urgency, fixed on the hospital looming before her.
"Madam."
Gerald hurried forward to greet her, his gaze alight with something akin to reverence—as though she were a savior descending upon them.
"You're here.
President Luther is in the VIP suite on the top floor. Let me take you to him."
Camilla gave a slight nod but didn't move immediately.
Instead, she turned her sharp gaze toward Luke, her voice icy with command.
"Take those men away.
Use whatever means necessary—I don't care how—but find out who sent them."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Luke gave a stern nod, then summoned the mercenaries by Gerald's side to assist in handling the situation.
As expected, those people had been closely monitoring the Madam's every move.
Gerald's expression darkened with concern.
