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Sometime later, the sun began setting behind the mountains. Amelia and her convoy were traveling through a fork in the road when a large bus came barreling toward them.

The bus driver hit the brake and drifted to a horizontal stop, blocking the entire road.

A bunch of assassins covered in black immediately swarmed out from both sides of the woods, quicklyencircling the convoy of cars.

In the midst of a chaotic ambush orchestrated by Marco DeSilva, the bodyguards of the Fairchild family swiftly rallied to protect Amelia and Camila.

"Protect the ladies! Keep them safe at all costs!" one of the guards shouted, his voice filled with urgency as he ushered the women behind the cover of their vehicles.

Amelia's heart raced as she assessed the situation, her mind racing with thoughts of strategy and survival. "Stay low, stay together," she instructed, her voice calm but authoritative. "We need to hold our ground until help arrives."

Camila's anger flared at the audacity of their attacker