"Fine," she said. "I’ll take your word. I hope they succeed."

"They will. She's in good hands," Desmond replied, and Anabel walked toward one of the waiting chairs, gesturing for her security team to remain close. She sat down and crossed her legs, glancing at her watch impatiently.

Sylvester didn’t dare leave. He sat behind her, stealing nervous glances at her while silently praying that nothing would trigger her suspicion further.

After spending a little time with him, Anabel finally stood up, brushing off an imaginary lint from her outfit. "I have other matters to attend to. But I will be back . And I expect to see progress by...