Mr. Jarrow refused to hand over the document to the robbers. He and his men were beaten, abused, and nearly broken—but he held firm, vowing to protect it even if it cost him his life.
Meanwhile, Camilla and Allen drew closer to the scene. Camilla ordered the car to stop, and without hesitation, she commanded, "Call the police."
Within minutes, the sirens wailed and the authorities swarmed the area. Oswald and his men, however, managed to escape in the chaos. Camilla kept her face tight with distress, masking her knowledge of the entire setup. She calmly walked toward the van.
"Mrs. Pieces, thank you for your help," Mr. Jarrow said, pressing his business card into her hand.
Camilla hesitated, feigning reluctance, though inside she felt a quiet pride.
"With this card, you'll be able to schedule a meeting with the echoes team at any time convenient to you," Jarrow added before retreating with the officers.
Oswald and Allen exchanged glances. The puzzle pieces finally aligned—they understood Camilla's moves all along. Admiration welled in their eyes.
"Ain't nobody got time," Camilla muttered in an exaggerated American accent, breaking the tension.
Allen snapped out of his daze, hurriedly opening the door for her.
"Oswald, cover your tracks," Camilla warned before stepping into the SUV.
[Allen's POV]
From the rearview mirror, I stole glances at Camilla. She looked drained, fragile even, yet there was a sharpness in her that made me proud. My boss had chosen the perfect bride. At first, we thought she would ruin us—just another pregnant woman dragging us into irrationality. But now… she was proving us wrong.
I discreetly sent our current location to Big Boss, making sure Camilla wouldn't notice.
She managed to secure the echoes team to Big bosses side and even give Mr.s Williams in a hard time with the police after the impersonation.
[Lincoln's POV]
I'd been restless ever since that night with Camilla. I knew she was pregnant, yet her flawless body haunted me. To distract myself, I had spent six hours entertaining concubines, calling them in and out of my private quarters like they were nothing.
Then, a message flashed across my phone screen. My expression hardened instantly. I shoved the woman beside me away and leapt out of bed. Throwing on a summer shirt and shorts, I rushed to the jeep parked in the compound.
"Who are those pathetic gods?!" I roared as soon as I spotted Allen and Oswald.
They ran to me, heads bowed low.
"I gave you one simple job—take care of Camilla. Nothing more, nothing less!"
"Yes, sir, that was the order," Camilla's voice cut in smoothly. She stood nearby, sipping a banana smoothie, unbothered. "But later, you granted me sole authority over them."
My mind replayed Allen's call.
"We acted rashly, Boss. We're ready to accept punishment," Oswald pleaded.
"Please punish me," Allen added, dropping to his knees.
"Leave," I barked, my voice thundering as I stormed up the stairs toward my office.