"Get up before I change my mind."
Deep lines appeared on every woman's face, eyes wide as they stared at Lola, who was casually leaning against the doorframe.
Just moments ago, they had watched Lola get picked up by one of the mercenaries. But now, she was back.
"What's going on?" one of the women blurted out in confusion. "How are you back…?"
"Did the men agree to let us go?" another uttered loudly, shutting down every murmur in the room.
"…" Lola pursed her lips. "No. But you should probably get moving. I'll explain everything on the way."
But nothing happened.
No one moved. No one said anything.
Every single person in the room just stared at Lola in utter confusion. It was as though they were all trying to make sense of what they were seeing—because this was not what they had expected. In their minds, they couldn't think of anything Lola could have done in less than two minutes after she walked out of the room.
