"Where is the good news?" Elara asked the first thing when she received a call from Justin.
The man, who was FaceTiming her, smirked.
"Have some patience, lady," the man said, then turned the screen to show her the view.
Elara's brows furrowed at first when she saw him showing a group of men, but her expression eased as soon as she focused on the further end.
"Zoom in," she said, leaning back in her seat as she sat behind a computer.
With Justin's help, who installed software in her system, her tracks were untraceable, and she was enjoying causing some trouble here and there.
Justin did as he was told, and Elara's pupils dilated with excitement.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Sean was barking while kneeling on the ground.
"Roll over," one of the men in front ordered.
Sean looked up in hatred and agony, but, confronted by a team that threatened to destroy his other clubs, he felt helpless.
