"Sir,"
The assistant staggered in, his face white.
"We're surrounded by an unknown force outside the villa," he stammered, panic flashing in his eyes.
"The moment any of our people or vehicles step beyond the gate, they're immediately fired upon."
What?!
Could it really be Sinclair?!
Yoland's body stiffened, his face draining of color.
No... impossible!
Sinclair was dead—already dead.
At most, these were just remnants of his forces lingering in Mileage.
Nothing to fear.
Clenching his jaw, Yoland steeled himself with silent reassurances.
"Call in all reinforcements—now," he growled, his voice icy and sharp.
"Whoever's out there, wipe them out.
Leave no one alive."
"I'll make them understand—no one messes with me in Mileage territory and gets away with it."
"Understood," the assistant nodded hastily, immediately pulling out his phone.
But the next moment, he realized there wasn't a single bar of signal.
