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 much Waylen had

he struggled to find his voice,

Waylen’s gaze was intense.

before he

into his trousers, he withdrew a pack of cigarettes

I

tight leash

who slipped me this

was not

quickly produced a lighter, ignited Waylen’s cigarette, and remarked, “Mrs. Fowler

cigarette between his fingers, Waylen narrowed his eyes,

clapping

“You’re right.

just don’t let

quickly assured, “Don’t

I won’t tell her.

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