Meanwhile, at Jonathan Piers' house...
One of the housekeepers cleaning the front yard was surprised to see eight men in black uniforms forcefully enter the place. They ruthlessly broke down the gate.
"Who are you guys?" the housekeeper shouted, but the eight men ignored him. They approached the main door with broad and swift steps, paying no attention to the housekeeper as if he were a mere nuisance.
"Sir, please stop right there! You can't enter someone else's house like this!" He shouted again, running after them in an attempt to enter the house. But before he could pass them, one of the robust men delivered a powerful punch to his head, causing him to fly through the air and land on the floor with a resounding crack. The poor housekeeper cried out in pain and soon lost consciousness.
"Search the house!" commanded one of the men with shoulder-length hair. "Kill anyone you encounter, but do not harm Jonathan Piers," he ordered in a deep, heavy voice.
The seven men immediately began searching the house. In contrast, the man with shoulder-length hair casually walked over to the sofa and took a seat. He pulled out his cell phone and made a call, waiting for his men to find Jonathan Piers.
...
As the man with shoulder-length hair leisurely occupied the living room, Lana and Adams were stunned to see two strangers enter the room in the staff lounge area at the back of the main house.
Adams got up from his seat and tried to stop the two men as they tried to enter the room. Confusion clouded his expression, as he had never seen them before. "Excuse me, are you guests in this house?" he asked, perplexed as to whether his master was expecting someone. Clearly, these men were not part of Scarlett's assistant or guard.
The two men dressed in black remained silent, striding into the staff lounge while scanning the room, seemingly unfazed by the three pairs of sharp eyes fixed upon them.
"Did you know you are trespassing on someone else's property?" Adams inquired, growing suspicious of their behavior. He began to feel an increasing sense of alertness, sensing that these two individuals were not to be trusted. 'Could they be burglars?' he wondered.
"Sir, why are you invading someone else's house? Are you lost or just plain foolish?" interrupted Jonathan Piers' driver, who had been standing in the corner. "If you are not guests in this house, leave now, or I will call the police!" He reached for his cell phone in his trouser pocket, pretending to dial.
Adams glanced at the driver, offering a smile to acknowledge his courageous stance. However, deep down, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. These two individuals appeared more like thugs than ordinary visitors. He discreetly gestured to Lana, indicating for her to call the guard. Unfortunately, one of the men in black noticed his actions.
"Hey, woman! If I were you, I'd refrain from making that phone call," the man sneered, his voice laced with intimidation and coldness.
Lana, engrossed in her cell phone, failed to hear the black man's warning. She was too stunned by the numerous missed calls from Scarlett. Swiftly opening one of the text messages, she read its urgent contents:
[Young Miss:] Aunty, call me back immediately if you see this text! This is important!!
Lana scolded herself for keeping her phone silent, oblivious that Scarlett had been desperately trying to reach her.
In haste, she pressed the speed dial 1 on her cellphone to Scarlett's number. But before the call could even connect, Lana let out a piercing scream as the sound of gunshots reverberated through the air. Slowly, she raised her head, and her eyes fell upon the driver, lying on the floor with fresh blood oozing from his chest, staining the surrounding area.
Thud!
The cell phone slipped from Lana's trembling hand as she collapsed to the floor. Her knees felt like jelly, unable to support her weight. It was the first time she had witnessed someone being shot so clearly, and she couldn't conceal the sheer terror coursing through her body. Violent tremors shook her as fear gripped her being.
Everything happened in a blur...
Lana turned her terrified gaze toward the man standing by the door. However, her heart seemed to skip a beat as she noticed one of the men pointing a gun at her husband, Adams.
"S-Stop... Stop... Don't kill him. Please, please don't hurt him," Lana pleaded, summoning newfound strength as she struggled to rise from the floor, her legs weak beneath her. She grasped Adams' hand and stood beside him.
"What... What do you want?" Lana stammered, her voice trembling. She fixed her gaze upon the two men in black. "If... if you want to rob us, go ahead. We... We won't hold you, sir... Just please, don't harm us," she implored.
The two men exchanged glances before bursting into laughter at Lana's words.
"Fuck! This woman is too kind!" exclaimed the man pointing the gun at Adams.
"We don't need anything, ma'am! And if you obey our orders, we wouldn't even hurt you. We just need to know where Jonathan Piers is!" The man in black declared, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
Lana shuddered in disgust at the sight of his yellowed teeth. Her grip tightened on Adams' arm, seeking comfort and support.
"Sir, I apologize..." Adams spoke up, his voice sounding calm. "We genuinely don't know where our master is." He lied. He couldn't reveal that their master was on the second floor in his study. All he could do now was pray that Jonathan had heard the gunshots and contacted the police.
"What the fuck! Why is it so hard for you to tell us his whereabouts?" The man in black was getting angrier.
"Brother, just kill them. We don't need them. Let's just search for another room!" the other man in black chimed in, urging his friend.
"Fine, finish them off!" the other man ordered as he left the room.
Lana was stunned to hear the man's callous command, urging his friends to end their lives.
"No, please! Have mercy on us, sir..." Lana pleaded, her voice choked with tears. She now realized that these two men were criminals, pure evil. They would kill their target without hesitation, just as they had killed the driver.
