Chapter one hundred and eighty seven

Jonathan nodded, satisfied. “Good. I’ll make sure to keep you updated on any information I receive. If I find out anything about Cleopatra’s father or Rhys’s death, I’ll let you know immediately.”

Elena’s bodyguards nodded again, their eyes scanning the surrounding area for any potential threats.

Jonathan turned to her. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised. “I’ll find out what’s going on and get to the bottom of this.”

She nodded, her eyes filled with worry. “Be careful, Jonathan. If Cleopatra’s father is involved, we don’t know what he’s capable of.”

Jonathan nodded, his expression grim. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

With that, he turned and left, leaving Elena in the care of her bodyguards. Marcus followed close behind, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. As they walked away, Jonathan’s mind was already racing with possibilities.

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The moment Elena stepped out of the coffee shop, the warm sunlight danced across her face, casting a gentle glow on her features. She had