Meanwhile, in Su Ran's villa, Su Ran paced restlessly and erratically in the spacious and luxurious living room. His steps were heavy and rapid, each one seeming to vent his uncontrollable anger. His once handsome face was now shrouded in gloom, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealing deep anxiety and unease. Fine beads of sweat, like glistening pearls, seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks, seemingly an outward manifestation of his inner fear.
"Damn it! What time is it? Why haven't we heard a thing?" Su Ran cursed angrily, his voice echoing in the empty living room, filled with endless anxiety and rage. He gripped the wine glass tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to crush it. Then, he could no longer control his emotions and smashed the wine glass against the fireplace. With a loud "bang," the wine glass shattered instantly, shards of glass flying everywhere, gleaming eerily in the firelight.
Lin Yue sat on the soft European-style sofa, her body trembling uncontrollably. Today, she had deliberately worn a fiery red, form-fitting dress; the vibrant color should have made her appear sexy, alluring, and confident, but at this moment, the dress could not conceal her inner fear. Her fingers twisted nervously, as if trying to alleviate her unease. Her eyes were filled with worry and fear, and her trembling shoulders betrayed her inner turmoil.
"Su Ran, do you think... what if they failed?" Lin Yue's voice was barely audible, trembling slightly. Her words were filled with fear of the unknown, each syllable seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth. Her gaze was fixed on Su Ran, hoping to find some comfort from him, but Su Ran's reaction only made her more desperate.
"Shut up!" Su Ran turned around abruptly, glaring fiercely at Lin Yue. His eyes were filled with anger and disgust, as if Lin Yue's question was an insult to him. "That bitch Lin Qian thinks she can fight us?" His voice was full of disdain and contempt, as if Lin Qian was nothing more than an insignificant ant in his eyes.
Su Ran strode to the liquor cabinet, roughly pulled open the door, and took out a bottle of his prized whiskey. His movements were somewhat flustered; he nearly dropped the bottle. He uncapped it, poured the golden liquid into a large stemmed glass, and then downed it in one gulp. The pungent liquor flowed down his throat, like a flame burning within him, but it couldn't extinguish the anger in his heart. On the contrary, the anger seemed to intensify, making him even more agitated.
"Hmph, I doubt they'd dare!" Su Ran said through gritted teeth, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "If they mess this up, they're as good as dead!" His words were full of threats and intimidation, as if he possessed absolute power and control. However, his heart was filled with unease and fear, though he refused to admit it.
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