A black off-road vehicle sat just beyond the gates.

Leonel leaned against it, the night breeze lifting the corner of his shirt and tousling his hair.

He remained there until his phone interrupted the silence.

It was a servant from the Fowler residence, his voice tinged with nervousness.

“Mr. Douglas, Miss Fowler has started eating, and her appetite seems improved.

Don’t worry.

He ended the call abruptly, anxious that someone might overhear.

Driven by greed, he had accepted a bribe from Leonel to relay updates.

The potential repercussions from Waylen and Rena, should they discover this, were dire.

Just as he pocketed his phone, he noticed Waylen at the doorway.

tell how

his voice, well aware of Waylen’s

Waylen’s gaze was intense.

before he approached the

trousers, he withdrew a pack of cigarettes

I borrow

Waylen murmured, “My wife keeps such a tight leash

slipped

realized he was not in immediate

remarked, “Mrs. Fowler is just looking out for your

cigarette between his fingers, Waylen narrowed

clapping Jack

“You’re right.

let

quickly assured,

I won’t tell her.

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