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

shook, and he struggled to find his voice, well aware

Waylen’s gaze was intense.

lingered before he approached the

withdrew a pack

I borrow

such a tight leash on me, I hardly dare to smoke

slipped

Brown realized he was not in

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

narrowed his eyes, a shadow

smiled, Lightly clapping Jack

“You’re right.

just don’t let

quickly assured,

I won’t tell her.

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