Francisco, after taking a deep breath, loosened his hands and took deliberate steps toward Hazel. His tone, laced with allure, cut through the charged air as he confronted her, "How dare you talk about a resignation letter?"Hazel, her exhalation heavy with the weight of the moment, found herself ensnared in Francisco's alluring gaze. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Mr. Francisco, I... I am afraid of rumors. It will affect our image. I hope you can understand what I am trying to say."Clutching the edge of her nightie, Hazel tried to articulate the concerns that fueled her defiance. Francisco's eyes remained locked on hers.Hazel!I remember that night, and I know it was you.However, before Francisco could delve further into his thoughts, Hazel's pragmatic words cut through the moment."Can you open the door?"Francisco, after listening to Hazel's concerns about rumors, chose to maintain a stoic silence.A decisive clap from Francisco, almost theatrical, saw the door yieldin

In the office, Hazel tried her best to avoid any contact with Francisco, determined to maintain a professional distance. Francisco, keenly aware of her efforts, chose not to comment, allowing a silent understanding to settle between them.As the day progressed and evening approached, Hazel observed Francisco leaving his office earlier than usual. Hazel focused on organizing files within the cabin, ensuring everything was in order before leaving. When the clock signaled the end of the workday, she swiftly gathered her belongings and made her way towards the exit.Standing outside the office building, Hazel intended to hail a taxi for her commute home. However, her plans took an unexpected turn when she noticed Francisco's car pulling up in front of her. The guard promptly opened the gate, and there sat Francisco in the driver's seat, seemingly lost in thought.Summoning her courage, Hazel approached the car and leaned in, addressing him politely, "Mr. Francisco!"He turned his gaze tow

Francisco's steady stride towards the mansion drew the attention of the household staff. The sight of the bloodstain on his shirt elicited concern, and their worried inquiries rang out."Master, you are bleeding?""We need to call Ms. Diana."However, Francisco, with a gesture of his hand, dismissed the suggestion. "It's okay now.""Did she not come home?""No, master.""Where is Max?""He has not returned home yet."A sense of tension lingered in the air as the household awaited their master's next move. Francisco, seemingly unperturbed, took a deep breath and proceeded towards the staircase. However, his solitude was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Emily, who had materialized on the second floor.Emily's arched brows showed her concern as she spotted the bloodstain on Francisco's shirt. With a worried expression, she dashed towards him, inquiring urgently, "Francisco, what happened to you? Who hurt you?"Francisco's dismissal of Emily was as cold as the air that hung heavy i

Rafael, still tense and uneasy, listened to Sheriff Alex's words."Rafael, trust her. She is highly skilled, and she has successfully navigated through numerous dangerous cases before," Mr. Alex asserted with confidence.His words were an attempt to instill trust in Rafael's mind, to persuade him that they were putting their faith in someone capable."But, Mr. Alex!" Rafael began, his worry obvious, but the sheriff anticipated his concerns and intervened."I understand your concerns, Rafael. However, you have to believe that she is more than capable of managing this situation. Trust in her intelligence and experience.”Rafael took a deep breath, he knew that there was no turning back from the path they had chosen, and waiting was now the only option."Boy!"Sheriff Alex placed a comforting hand on Rafael's shoulder, attempting to console him."This is a top-secret mission, and we can't rush in, accusing them outright. It has the involvement of influential businessmen and individuals

"Give her nitroglycerin if she feels the pain again," Diana instructed a nurse as she handed over a file.After tending to her patient, Diana walked out of the cabin, a tired expression etched on her face. Her neck ached, and the idea of a massage lingered as a tempting solution.Moving wearily, she opened her cabin door, intending to retreat to her room for some much-needed rest. However, her plans were interrupted as she spotted Ben standing there with a cake."Ben," she said, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in her voice."Ah, Diana…" he responded, rising to his feet."What are you doing here, and what does this mean?" Diana inquired, eyeing the cake with genuine surprise."I thought you needed it, so I brought it," Ben explained, a sincere gesture evident in his words.Hearing Ben's explanation, Diana's exhaustion momentarily lifted, replaced by a light smile. She took a seat in her chair, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected sweetness that Ben had brought into her day.Be