Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she made those people very dirty. This makes those people want revenge. And one of them is a man named Jeremy.
His anger and hatred is so much, he decides...
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Coco, Lorna, and Jeremy sat in the office, their collective focus centered on Coco's desperate attempts to locate Randall, the man responsible for Elsa's kidnapping. Jeremy's impatience grew palpable, compounded by his frustrating sense of helplessness due to his blindness.
"Can you still not track Randall?" Jeremy's voice carried a tinge of anxiety. "What about that man, Roman Hernandez?"
Coco's eyes remained fixed on the computer screen, her brows furrowed in concentration as she sifted through data, trying to uncover any trace of Randall or Roman based on their past activities. Responding to Jeremy's question, she sighed, "Jeremy, Roman is not someone you can easily track down. You understand the power wielded by the Coventina mafias, right? They're not to be taken lightly. And they are not as easy to locate as they spend a lot of their money and resources to keep their location hidden."
Lorna, upon hearing Coco's response, rose from her seat and approached Coco, a sneer curling her lips. She scrutinized the computer screen and taunted, "You're supposedly the best computer expert, yet it's taking you this long to locate someone. Are you even sure you know what you're doing?"
Coco, feeling exasperated by Lorna's criticism, rolled her eyes, unwilling to engage in a confrontation. "Weren't you meant to go and prepare dinner for your son and Braden? And the rest of us, if you cared?"
Lorna bristled at Coco's retort, her frustration evident. "Don't speak to me like that. You promised you would have found Elsa by now, but I see no progress. Where is my daughter-in-law?"
Coco, taken aback by Lorna's sudden concern for Elsa, looked at her with confusion. "Since when do you care about Elsa? Didn't you despise her? I thought you would be the happiest person in the room when she's in danger."
Lorna averted her gaze, tension flickering in her eyes. It was no secret that she held a deep dislike, even hatred, towards Elsa. However, after Elsa had risked her life to save Lorna, her animosity had begun to waver. But she couldn't bring herself to voice this change of heart.
"Let's not start a fight now, guys," Jeremy interjected, his tone carrying a warning. "The most important thing at this moment is to find Elsa."
Jeremy's reminder hung in the air, a sobering call to refocus their energies on the task at hand. The tension in the room subsided momentarily as they collectively redirected their efforts towards the common goal-to locate Elsa and bring her back safely.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and a guard barged in, disregarding all sense of decorum. Confusion etched across their faces, the group turned towards him, awaiting an explanation.
Before anyone could utter a question, the guard blurted out, "Miss Coco, Mr. Callahan, Mrs. Callahan... Madam, ummm... Miss Elsa, she's back."
"She's back? How... Where is she... How did she come back? Did someone bring her...?" Coco's words stumbled out, her sentence fragmenting in disbelief.
