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.

how much

hands shook, and he struggled to find his voice, well aware of Waylen’s strict principles and formidable

Waylen’s gaze was intense.

he

his trousers, he withdrew a pack

I borrow your

Waylen murmured, “My wife keeps such a tight

Edwin who slipped me

Brown realized he was not in

a lighter, ignited Waylen’s cigarette, and remarked, “Mrs. Fowler is just looking out

his fingers, Waylen narrowed his eyes, a shadow of his

clapping Jack

“You’re right.

don’t let my wife

assured, “Don’t

I won’t tell her.

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