André's POV

“Impossible!"

I glared at Pierre in shock and in anger. I didn't even care that my shirt was unbuttoned.

Olivia was still close to the wall, and the horror in her eyes was evident. She looked petrified and pale. She stumbled a little, and I reached out to her, fearful that she was going to pass out.

“Pierre, what is going on? How has our location been compromised? Call the men together! Immediately!"

"I already did that, Sir,” he stuttered. "They are waiting for ...