On her way back home, Eliana noticed a motorcycle she had seen Khary ride before. She had just thought it might be his by chance, but it turned out to be true.

"Mr... Mrs...?" Khary was inexplicably shocked to see Eliana here.

"Why are you here? Have you been here these past few days?" Initially, Eliana thought that Dylan had assigned Khary to more important tasks, but she hadn't expected to find him in such a desolate state today.

"Mrs. Cunningham, I'm no longer working for Mr. Monroe. You should go back quickly; Mr. Cunningham won't be pleased if you're late," Khary said, picking up another glass of alcohol.

"Don't...