Between life and death

After traveling for several hours, Rafael's luxury car has now arrived at his luxurious palace. The majestic building with the black main gate that has been the residence all this time, opens automatically as soon as the car arrives.

The automatic lock system is connected to all the cars, making it easy to enter at any time because it does not employ a single person as a guard.

That's because they don't trust people at all and take advantage of technological advances to install a security system in the palace where they live. Actually, the house was used as a place to work together with Alfredo while hacking.

However, once the man betrayed him when he had something important to do because it was too rash to let Alfredo carry the money.

In the end, he chose to move all the men from the palace to a new place next door by installing CCTV which was directly connected to his residence.

Rafael turned off the car engine and got out of the car, without intending to help the woman with her hands tied. With long footsteps, he walked towards the entrance with a fingerprint lock system.

Meanwhile, Zamora, who was currently seen opening the car door with a little difficulty, could only curse at the actions of the man who had disappeared behind the golden door.

"Unlucky! Rafael didn't even look back at all and forgot my hand which had been tied by his men. Is he afraid that I will kill him? That's why I tied my hands. Why didn't you tie my feet together earlier?"

By now, Zamora had put her bare feet on the ground and surveyed the area around the house. The house with a high fence and a very well-maintained front yard does not seem to represent a cold-blooded homeowner.

The quiet atmosphere in the third-floor house, painted entirely in black, evokes a tense aura for anyone who sees it. In contrast to the atmosphere of the front yard of the house which is decorated with manicured green grass and several towering trees.

"This house is so quiet. Does he live alone in this big house?"

Zamora who was currently looking around, flinched in surprise when saw the shot from inside the house. Reflexively she turned towards the entrance that was left open and walked slowly because was curious what the man had to catch was doing.

The purpose of impersonating Alfredo's sister is to get evidence of a crime from Rafael, so that the police and the FBI, who are working together, can immediately put the man in prison.

Zamora, who had just entered the house, saw the wine bottle that was broken into pieces and scattered on the floor. Of course she could understand that the man who was currently crossing his legs on the table was the cause.

"Master," Zamora whispered who was standing in the corner of the room acting scared.

Rafael, who had been enjoying the sensation of enjoying his favorite drink, suddenly remembered something and made him feel very angry.

That's why he had passed the hot lead in the glass bottle on the table and made the red drink splatter on the floor. The red color was like the blood that represented the four men trying to kill him.

"Xavier Hilario must have taken revenge after I managed to break into his company's system. You stupid! No one can beat a Rafael Oliverio!"

Just as Rafael closed his mouth, the sense of hearing caught the soft voice of a woman who had been momentarily forgotten.

"You? What a coincidence, get this done quickly, Traitorous woman! Before I finish showering, this mess should be sorted out." Rafael got up from the sofa and walked away from the woman who was screaming for him.

Zamora who realized that couldn't carry out orders from the well-built man who had left her, reflexively shouted, "Master! Please untie my hands before leaving!"

"How can I carry out his orders with my hands tied like this? Good grief!"

Reluctantly, Zamora walked closer to the table and collected the broken bottles without stopping complaining and cursing.

"You'll see, when I manage to find all the evidence of the crimes committed. I want to see the look on the mafia's face when they were thrown into prison and sentenced to life in prison for causing harm in several countries."

While busy cursing, Zamora's finger accidentally hit the broken glass and spilled blood that dripped on the floor.

The red color of her blood had mixed with the color of wine and left a pain in fingertips.

"Unlucky!" Zamora was already holding back bloody fingers with the towel kimono clinging to body.

Looking around for an object with which to untie her hands, Zamora rose from originally crouched position.

The main goal is to find a kitchen to get a knife to use to open the strap on the wrist.

"Where's the kitchen? I need a knife." By observing the atmosphere of the house that looks very quiet, bare feet still continue to tread the cold white floor on which to stand.

The corners of her lips lifted up as soon as saw what was looking for and without wasting any time, Zamora grabbed a fairly large knife and tried to untie the knot in hand.

It's not an easy thing to do and it takes a long time, to make sweat roll down your forehead when use extra energy to cut the rope.

Almost finished with the activity, a baritone voice full of intimidation caught the ear and instantly made Zamora look back.

Seen the figure of a man who is currently standing towering not far from the front, was directing a sharp piercing gaze.

Rafael, who had finished taking a shower, intended to check the work of the woman whose name was not remembered. Seeing the figure of a woman who looked very suspicious in her movements, reflex immediately screamed.

"Hey, traitor woman! What are you doing?"

Zamora, who was holding a knife, looked very calm and immediately showed the knife she was carrying.

"Untie this knot, sir. Look, this bloody hand that was hit by the broken wine bottle." Shows a torn and bleeding index finger.

Rafael squinted when he was suspicious of his enemy's younger sister. By walking closer to the figure of a woman who looks very calm, immediately directing her hand to strangle the ladder's neck and looking back at that beautiful face.

"Who are you actually? Are you trying to lie to me?"

Zamora's face immediately turned red when felt pain in neck and of course had difficulty breathing.

'Unlucky! Looks like I got caught. You idiot, Zamora! Isn't Yoana Paloma a timid woman? How can you be so reckless like this,' thought Zamora who was currently fighting between life and death as oxygen supply was running low.

To be continued...