It was too late. Rose had already left the scene, leaving a riled-up Michael. How could his men be so worthless? He wanted to confront, but honestly speaking, he wouldn't have recognized her, considering her makeup concealing her identity—only if it was not the rich purse she carried.
"..." Michael cursed as it took him some time to reach outside, passing through the crowd of guardians gathered in the hall room meant for teaching purposes. He caught a fleeting sight of a white Mercedes already leaving the mansion's gates.
Frank failed equally, and it seemed that someone even hacked their server, for which they couldn't pass on their commands using the intercom.
"Awesome!" Michael gruffed as he ended up landing a solid punch over the exit door. Layla went past the crowd and took note of his hand, which was now bruised.
