Lindsey’s breath echoed through the phone, a mix of confusion and unease. “Who are you talking about?” “Don’t tell me you don’t know Camila Jennings. She’s an actress,” Brianna said, trying to coax her into remembering. “Oh, right... I remember her now. But she isn’t here. Why are you asking?” Lindsey’s confusion deepened, her tone demanding more answers. Curiosity and fear laced Lindsey’s voice as she added, “Is she the one who killed Leander?” Brianna clenched her fist, struggling to contain her emotions. “Eyewitnesses reported that Camila Jennings was at the scene. One said Leander was trying to save her from the assailant. But he disappointed me. I thought he was smart enough not to make such a decision—it sounds foolish. If he hadn’t tried to save that bitch, he wouldn’t be dead, and his body wouldn’t have been taken away.” As Brianna spoke, her anger boiled over, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and sorrow. She couldn’t shake the image of Leander’s final moments

Ethan watched Rex closely, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I was only kidding,” he said, waving off his earlier refusal. “Go ahead, dude.” Rex's relief was evident. He pulled Camila into a brief but tight hug, feeling the tension in her body as he whispered, “Stay safe, okay?” Camila nodded, her thoughts swirling. She didn’t quite trust Rex, but at this moment, she needed to play along. Brayden stepped forward, giving Ethan a friendly pat on the back and shaking Camila’s hand with a reassuring nod. “You’re making the right choice, Camila. We’ll make sure everything goes smoothly.” The two men exited the suite, the door clicking shut behind them. Camila’s gaze followed them as they left, her mind racing with doubts. Ethan noticed her unease and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’re thinking about Rex, aren’t you?” “He’s up to something,” she muttered, her eyes narrowing. “I just don’t know what.” Ethan’s finger grazed Camila's lips. “Any idea of what he is up to?” “

Ethan turned to Camila, his face pale with concern. “Camila, I need to tell you the truth, and you need to believe me.” His heart raced faster than before, and after a brief pause to catch his breath, he continued, “Don’t let anyone deceive you. The FBI will eventually catch you. Running only makes you look guilty. You should just submit to them and explain everything…” Camila cut him off, her voice sharp, “Ethan, submitting to the FBI also makes me look guilty. Why should I have to explain myself in this situation? If I do, they’ll think I’m trying to hide something.” Ethan’s voice tensed, “But let them arrest you peacefully.” “Why follow Rex’s advice?” he shot back. Camila’s expression hardened as she met his gaze. “Ethan, Rex was right. He knew they were coming for me. He even arranged with the receptionist to warn me.” Ethan heaved a frustrated sigh, his hand slapping against his forehead. “I don’t care about that. Camila, you have to listen to me.” Her eyes drifted away from

As soon as Brianna finished speaking, she couldn’t hold back her emotions. Her mind was filled with memories of Leander—both the happy and the difficult moments they had. The thought that he had died in such a tragic way was unbearable.Suddenly, she rushed out of the ward, leaving everyone inside anxious and concerned.Wyatt, concern etched on his face, watched her go and called after her, “Princess, is everything okay?”Brianna’s response was almost inaudible; her voice choked with emotion. “Yeah, I’m okay. Hold on!”Wyatt quickly stood up. “Excuse me, Mrs. Goldstein,” he said, glancing at Sophia, who was now looking at him with anxiety and fear.“What happened to the princess?” Sophia asked, her voice tinged with worry.Wyatt hesitated, trying to stay calm. “I’m sure she just needed a moment.”Unbeknownst to Sophia, Brianna had left to prevent her from grieving over her son all over again. The weight of the situation was too much to bear, and she needed to step away.Not quite long

Brayden shook his head in amazement. “I still can’t believe it. That guy was too trusting for his own good.”“Which is why we’re here now,” Rex said, raising his glass one final time.“Rex, how are we going to hack into the card?” Richard asked sharply; his curiosity piqued.“That shouldn’t be a problem.” Brayden began, but before he could finish, Rex interjected, “I’ve got a friend who runs a computing organization. He’s a pro at this sort of thing. We’ll meet him tomorrow, and he’ll help us hack it.”Their glasses met with a clink, the sound echoing through the hushed lounge. When they departed from the lounge, the valet brought the Aston Martin around, his behavior showing even greater deference. Rex slipped him a generous tip, feeling invincible as he slid back into the driver’s seat.“Come on, guys,” Rex shouted in excitement as he started the car engine, revving it gently.After everyone was in the car, Rex drove out of the park and disappeared into the road in the blink of an