After a tense moment, Karla cautiously opened her eyes and saw Abigail placing the vase on the couch. Confused, she watched as Abigail walked towards the door, leaving Karla bewildered by the unexpected turn of events. As the door closed behind Abigail, the room hung heavy with the aftermath of unspoken threats and an uncertain future. The fragile balance between them teetered on the edge, and the echoes of their confrontation reverberated through the room, leaving both women grappling with the consequences of their choices. After a while, Ma'am Luna and Laila excused themselves, leaving Zinnia alone at the table with strict instructions. "Zinnia, you stay right here and don't go anywhere," Ma'am Luna warned. As they left, Zinnia's frustration bubbled to the surface. "Ugh, seriously? What am I, a child?" She muttered under her breath, eyeing the room restlessly. The absence of Duncan added to her annoyance, and she cursed him for not being around when needed. Zinnia glanced a

Karla reluctantly said a lie to cover up for Abigail, weaving a tale to shield her from the unfolding consequences. She then proceeded to narrate another fabricated story to Duncan about how she encountered Rhino and claimed he had pushed her while trying to escape. Duncan's anger intensified, and he vowed to make Rhino pay for his deeds. Duncan, his voice laced with determination, asked Karla if she had already called the police. Seeking to maintain the facade, she nodded and replied, "Yes, I called them right after he pushed me. They should be on their way." Duncan's stern expression softened with gratitude. "Thank you, Karla. We need to ensure Rhino is brought to justice, and Abigail shouldn't be entangled in this mess. Let's find him before he can slip away." The dance ended, and Zinnia appeared, ready to give Duncan an earful. "Where were you, Duncan? You left me alone on the dance floor!"“I doubt if you guys were having a worthy dance earlier because this young man, your

Regaining her voice, Ma'am Luna shot a disapproving look at Gregg and hissed, “You must be stupid, Gregg! How could you think of such an option?”Gregg's smirk widened. “That's the only option, and…”“Kidnapping and killing Zelda isn't our last option!” Laila interjected, her voice filled with disdain. “You're sick in the head for thinking so.”“What do you mean? Do you have any other way to save yourselves from this mess? No! We just need to kidnap her and pull her son to us. Period!”“Gregg, listen to yourself. Do you think she's an ordinary human that you can kidnap? She's Zelda Walton,” Ma'am Luna remarked, eying Gregg sternly. “It's impossible to kidnap her. There are dozens of security guards and police personnel around just that one woman. How can you kidnap her?”“We can kidnap her,” Gregg corrected. “It's a ‘we’ thing and not a single man's work.”“God forbid me to be involved in such a dirty act. I won't!” Laila vehemently declined. Gregg, undeterred, continued, “Let me

As he approached the room, Duncan hesitated to enter when he overheard Zinnia engaged in a phone call.“I don't care, Father. I need you to eliminate Duncan as soon as possible or I will never really consider you as my father. Okay. I will keep note of his movement while you prepare some of your men to carry out his elimination. I want him gone within the next 7 days, and it must happen. Bye.” She ended the call. Duncan, smirking at the irony, entered the room. Zinnia, seemingly in high spirits, turned to face him with a smile, unaware of his eavesdropping earlier.“You look so happy,” Duncan observed.“Duncan, I really am,” Zinnia silently admitted, her tone carrying a sinister edge. “You will die soon, and that's great news to me.” She straightened her shoulders and left the room without giving him any further response. Duncan, now privy to the unfolding schemes against him, contemplated his next moves in this intricate chess game of deception and betrayal. The following day, D

The following morning, Duncan decided to see his mother at the Walton Domicile. He has promised to have breakfast with her and check up on his sick grandfather. He left the Lennart mansion before anyone else could. As he headed to the bus station, he felt an unusual tension in the air. Unbeknownst to him, a group of men was cautiously trailing him. Sensing something amiss, he decided to take a different route, attempting to outsmart his potential pursuers. The first man, whispering, said to his fellows, “He's onto us. Be careful.” Duncan, navigating the unfamiliar path, grew wary of the persistent presence behind him. The men, determined to capture him, exchanged glances, adjusting their strategy. Another one said, muttering, “We can't let him reach the bus station. Move faster!” Meanwhile, Duncan, quick on his feet, managed to evade their clutches and reached the bus station just in time. Breathing a sigh of relief, he observed the displeasure on the faces of the men who