Carlos's POV
I could see the realization dawning in Amara's eyes as she understood her fate was sealed. The shock on her face told me she never imagined I would take such drastic measures against her. I watched as her expression shifted from disbelief to understanding - it clearly defied her logic for a man to harm her when she'd spent years being spoiled by countless wives' husbands and girlfriends.
As I observed her processing this cruel turn of events, I could almost see her concluding that I must have been influenced by that hideous witch Grace.
'This... isn't right...'
I could see that final thought flicker across her features before darkness claimed her completely.
I waited for the drug to take full effect on Amara. Using my shoe tip, I lifted the wench's face slightly, confirming she'd passed out.
"Perfect, we can move forward now," I announced. Opening the door, I summoned the two bodyguards stationed outside.
"Yes, Sir," both bodyguards bowed with respect.
