Black Peter stood in front of an artificial lake, smoking. He glanced around casually and then flicked the cigarette butt away before slumping under a willow tree and pulling out his phone.
From above, Vicky saw Black Peter standing by the edge of the artificial lake making a call. Her expression changed, and she went downstairs.
"Vicky."
"Vicky."
Vicky greeted the rogues along the way as she made her way towards Black Peter.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Black Peter said, "It's done, it's done. The boss will head back after finishing the job. What are you wailing about?" With that, he turned off his phone, adding one last word, "A pain."
With a chuckle, Vicky teased, "What's this, the lovebirds having a spat again?"
"What lovebirds. She's daring to throw shade at the boss now that he's been doting on her. Tomorrow, I'll dump her."
On the other end of the phone, Yigol Foster slowly hung up.
