The Capital, Howard family villa.
Monica Alston lay in her sprawling room, dressed in the latest fashion from a luxurious brand, with a four-digit-value facial mask on her face, humming a tune in quite a good mood.
"Buzz buzz buzz--"
The phone on the dresser rang.
Monica Alston picked up the phone and saw an unidentified number, she slid the screen to answer.
"Hello, how has the matter been handled?"
A male voice came through the phone, "I'm sorry, madam, the operation failed. I've just received news that those people have been captured by the police."
Monica Alston sprang up, temper flaring, and kicked over the bedside table forcefully.
Her voice escalated, "It failed?!"
Anger surged within her, "You incompetent fool, what kind of people did you hire? You can't even handle a child?'"
Thinking about the failure of the matter, Monica couldn't quell the rage in her heart.
