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.

couldn’t tell how

find his voice, well aware of Waylen’s strict principles and formidable

Waylen’s gaze was intense.

before he approached

withdrew a pack of cigarettes and extracted

could I

grievance, Waylen murmured, “My wife keeps such a tight leash on

who slipped me

realized he was not

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

fingers, Waylen narrowed

smiled, Lightly clapping Jack on

“You’re right.

don’t let my wife

quickly assured, “Don’t

I won’t tell her.

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