All Chapters of Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss : Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

Florence POV “You have to,” he insisted, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “This place, these people, they are not part of your world. They do not care about your morals or your outrage. If you carry that anger inside the door tonight, it will be written all over your face. You will get us all killed.”I glared at him, heat flushing my cheeks. “I’m not stupid, Anthony. I can control myself.”“I didn’t say you were stupid,” he replied, his eyes locked on mine. “I am telling you what will happen. Your anger is a liability in there.”Javier raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Okay, enough. We don’t need a fight right now. Let’s just finish the scouting.” He pointed discreetly out the window. “See the pattern? The guards at the side door change every twenty minutes. Two go inside, two new ones come out. And watch for the supply truck. The side gate opens every time it makes a delivery.”I swallowed the rest of my argument and looked away, fuming. Anthony didn’t say another wor

Florence POV.My head felt like it had been cracked open with a sledgehammer. A deep, throbbing pain radiated from the back of my skull, and when I tried to breathe, something thick and coarse pressed against my mouth, making me gag. My jaw ached from the pressure. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the blurry darkness. It took a long moment for my vision to adjust, and when it did, the shock was so visceral my entire body jerked against my bindings.I wasn't in a normal room. The space was vast, cold, and industrial. The air smelled of damp concrete, rust, and a faint, sickly-sweet disinfectant. The walls were unfinished concrete blocks, and the ceiling was high, crisscrossed with metal pipes and conduits. Harsh, bare fluorescent bulbs hung from long chains, casting a sickly white light that created deep, shifting shadows. The floor was cold, rough concrete.And I was not alone.Lining the walls, sitting on the floor or slumped against them, were at least twenty other girls. All

The heavy door slammed shut behind me, and the bolt slid into place with a final, metallic thud. The sudden silence in the room was thick and heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the overhead lights.A girl was sitting on the edge of a narrow cot pushed against the wall. She had long, dark hair that fell around her shoulders and sharp cheekbones that stood out in her pale face. Her eyes, heavily lined with black makeup, lifted to look at me. They were the eyes of someone who was both deeply tired and permanently on edge. She stared at me, not moving, as if I had interrupted a very private thought.Then, her eyes widened just a little. It was a tiny reaction, there and gone in a second."You," she said under her breath. The word was quiet, almost surprised. Then her expression hardened, and she rolled her eyes with a loud, dramatic sigh. "Great. Just what I needed. Another idiot dropped at my doorstep."I blinked, confused and disoriented. "What—?"She stood up in one fluid, impatien

Florence POV He leaned in, his twitchy smile vanishing. “Entertain. Him.” He said each word slowly, as if I were stupid. “Don’t just stand there. Sit.”The man in the corner finally moved. He raised his right hand, slow and deliberate. He didn't point or gesture. He simply tapped his own thigh once.My heart plummeted into my stomach.They expected me to sit. On him.I could feel every gaze in the room press into me, heavy and expectant.Moving slowly, every muscle protesting, I lowered myself. I didn’t sit so much as perch on the very edge of his knee, my body tense, as if afraid the contact would burn me.His voice came from above and beside my ear. It was deep, calm, and thick with a Russian accent. “You think.”I froze. “What?”“You think,” he repeated, the words measured. “I see it. Your eyes move. Your mind works. You are thinking too much for this place.”My mouth went dry. I scrambled for something to say, any role to play. “I— I’m just… warming my voice. I can sing for you,

Anthony's PovI noticed the moment Florence didn’t arrive. It wasn’t like her to be late, and it wasn’t like her to make a mistake in following a plan. My stomach dropped. A sharp, cold tension shot up my spine.Javier and I had entered first. The plan was clear. We would scope the interior, confirm the positions of the security team, and make sure no one looked suspicious. Florence was to arrive exactly five minutes later, disguised as a corporate secretary. She would walk in with confidence and stay calm. It was a straightforward cover. For the first few minutes, everything went smoothly.Then the radio in my ear clicked.Javier’s voice was tight. “Anthony.”“Go ahead.”“She’s not here.”I froze mid-step. “Not here? Explain.”“I saw her heading toward the car like we planned. Then she disappeared into the alley next to the drop-off point. I lost visual. Something happened.”My mind began to race through possibilities. Had she been intercepted? Had she seen something and followed it?