Gia Miller, unlike Leon Warren, wasn't surprised or angry. She just sneered. "It's Mika Summers! Hahaha, talk about falling right into our lap! We just got rid of Tristan Grayson, and now Mika Summers has delivered herself right to us."
"You crazy bitch, how can you still be laughing?" Leon Warren said coldly, his voice laced with anger. "I just heard her on the phone calling for help."
Gia Miller scoffed. "Hah, a rescue? Tristan Grayson is as good as dead. No one can save him!"
"So what do we do now? Should we get out of here?"
"Leave? How can we leave? Mika Summers is still here! How can I possibly leave?! I'm going to watch her die before I go!" Gia Miller was on the verge of a breakdown, roaring at Leon Warren.
Leon Warren often gave Gia Miller a hard time, but when push came to shove, he was always the first to side with her and follow her lead. His earlier anger and panic subsided, and his voice became calm. "So what's the plan?"
