Before the words had even fully left their mouths, the men were already striding toward her.
Tiffany bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with despair.
Clearly, praying at the last minute when you've never bothered before was utterly useless.
Just as the three men reached out to tear apart the rose bushes where Tiffany was hiding, a piercing alarm suddenly blared from nearby.
"Emergency alert?
Something happened up front!"
"Could that woman have escaped that way?"
"If it were her, they wouldn't have triggered the alarm. Hurry, let's check it out!"
The three men immediately abandoned their search for Tiffany and sprinted toward the front of the villa.
Only when she was certain their footsteps had truly faded did Tiffany allow her stone-tense body to relax slightly.
That was when she realized her clothes were completely drenched in cold sweat.
The rose thicket was no longer safe—she had to find another hiding place.
