“Dangerous?” Ethan repeated. “Did she murder Leander Goldstein herself?” Ethan squared his shoulders and said, “I don’t care what the FBI says. Camila isn’t running. Not from this.” Bradley, sensing the rising tension, tried to diffuse the situation. “We’re not here to fight, Ethan. We’re here to help. But you need to understand, this is bigger than us.” Camila looked between the two men, her resolve wavering as she realized the gravity of the situation. “Ethan, maybe they’re right,” she said softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. But Ethan remained adamant. “I said no, Camila. We face this together, here. I’m not letting anyone scare us into hiding.” Rex sighed, knowing they were at an impasse. “Just think about it,” he urged Camila, his tone more urgent. “We don’t want to see you get hurt.” “Think about what?” Brayden turned at Rex. “There is no time to waste, Rex.” Camila’s eyes darted to the floor, her heart racing as a whirlwind of thoughts consumed her. The idea of fl
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?” “
They rushed out of the suite, the tension in the air thickening with each passing second. With adrenaline coursing through their veins, they sprinted towards the direction of the echoing elevator doors. The SWAT team stepped out of the elevator, their weapons ready. The team leader cast a quick glance around, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the empty hallway. “Check the room.” One of the operatives kicked open the door to the presidential suite, his rifle raised. “Clear!” he shouted after a quick sweep of the room. “Where the hell is she?” The team leader growled, frustration seeping into his tone. “She must have received the intelligence about our presence,” one of the operatives suggested. “Roof access,” one of the operatives suggested, pointing towards the emergency stairwell. As they rushed up the stairs, Camila and Ethan struggled to catch their breath. The sound of footsteps echoed below them, growing louder as the SWAT team began their pursuit. Ethan’s grip tightened on
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 the agents pulled open the car doors and dragged them out, Camila's mind raced. How had they been caught so quickly? Was it something they did? Or had someone betrayed them? The receptionist? Could it be Ethan’s fault, or did the SWAT team use street CCTVs to track them down? “Ms. Camila Jennings, you are under arrest by order of the FBI and the local police,” one of the agents declared in an authoritative manner. Camila’s heart pounded as she exchanged a quick, frantic glance with Ethan. Ethan shook his head slightly. “Just cooperate, okay?” As she was led away in handcuffs, Camila couldn’t help but glance back at Ethan. He was still standing by the car, his face etched with a mixture of fear and determination. “Ethan!” Camila, desperate, called out. “You have to tell Rex to finish the job. Promise me!” “I promise!” Ethan called back, his voice firm. “I’ll make sure everything gets taken care of.” With the FBI vehicle driving off, Camila stared out the window, overcome by f
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
Loud music boomed from Rex’s fancy Aston Martin as he sped down the bustling street. He wasn’t alone; his friends Sebastian and Brayden and a guy named Richard were with him in the car.Gripping the wheel tightly, Rex swerved into another route, vibing to the hip-hop beats blasting from the stereo. Brayden, nodding his head to the rhythm, glanced at Rex, startled by the sudden change in direction.“Rex, where are we going?” Brayden, curious and uneasy, asked.“Relax, bro. We’re going to chill,” Rex grinned widely, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “He’s finally dead in the hardest way possible. Now, all we need to do is get his money and split it up.”Sebastian’s eyes widened. “What?”“Wait, you got into his bank account?” Brayden's voice sharpened, his forehead creasing with concern.Rex didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached into his pocket with one hand, keeping the other on the wheel. He pulled out a sleek black card, flaunting it in front of their faces.“Leander’s black
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