CHAPTER 85 PAIN OF THE PAST.

Mrs. Kim's eyes glinted with malice, her expression twisted with a maelstrom of emotions. "Fools," she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "Stupid, short-sighted fools. They think they can cross me and get away with it?" She slammed her fist onto the table, her rage boiling over as she turned to her men. "Make sure they're locked up tight," she snarled, her voice seething with hatred. In the dimly lit guest room, Madison sat slumped against the wall, her body aching and her mind reeling from the events of the evening. She shivered, the cold of the room seeping into her bones as she stared into the darkness, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Michael," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I'm scared." Michael was silent, his face turned away from her, but Madison could feel the tension in his body, his muscles taut as a bowstring. Madison's hands flew to her mouth, her stomach clenching with violent force as she realized what was happening. "No... no, no..." she gasped, s