The bodyguard trembled violently, nearly collapsing to his knees.

"Madam Yvonne had Miss Sylvia kidnapped. Her condition is unknown." His voice shook with fear.

Lucien Valois slammed his glass down, pressing his knuckles against his temple.

Yvonne had actually targeted Sylvia.

He knew his wife's temperament too well. Sylvia's chances of survival were slim.

His slender fingers picked up a cigarette. The bodyguard immediately offered a light.

Amid the swirling smoke, Lucien narrowed his eyes.

"Find her. I want to see her alive or dead."

The bodyguard bowed and retreated.

......

Jenna Roland stood by the roadside hailing a cab.

She had intended to go to a hotel, but all her belongings were still at Beverly Hills.

In the end, she took a taxi home.

The moment she entered, she grabbed her charger to leave again.

Then she hesitated. Walking out like this would be irresponsible.

Grandma Blanche had been so kind to her. She couldn't betray the old lady's goodwill.

Jenna sighed, dropping her bag before heading to shower.

She had just towel-dried her hair when the door clicked open.

Gavin Valentine supported a heavily intoxicated Ethan Roscente at the threshold.

"Mr. Valentine." Jenna gave a curt nod, turning toward her room.

Gavin's brow furrowed.

He guided Ethan onto the sofa.

"Water." Ethan loosened his tie, his voice hoarse.

Tonight's excessive drinking stemmed entirely from the day's events.

He'd vomited twice during the ride, only now regaining slight sobriety.

Gavin handed him a glass, unable to contain his question. "What happened between you two?"

Ethan lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag.

He wished he knew the reason too.

"No idea."

Gavin nearly leapt up.

"You must've done something! She used to be so polite to you!"