Carol

While Belle was contemplating what to do, a storm was about to swamp her life. Far away in Italy, a cold and handsome man stood before the indoor swimming pool, wearing a bath towel, while taking slow sips of the cigar.

"Boss, are you sure about it?" Beside him stood a slim sassy man with gold-rimmed glasses. He was holding a tablet and typing something on it furiously.

"When have I regretted my decision, Carol?" Sensei looked at the slim man with a raised brow.

"Your decisions are always precise, but this time- it is a huge step. We are making a move against Walkers, and they are no easy to deal with," Carol asked and adjusted his glasses. His covered eyes flickered with slyness.

"That is why they are our target." Sensei sneered with humour.

"Boss, are you sure Belle can do this mission without letting her emotions overtake her?" Carol pursed his lips, and black lines formed on his broad forehead.

"She is my trump card, and I believe she can take that land from Alaric. If she can't,