"Ms. Camron, don't move a muscle. You should be careful; bullets don't care who they hit." A chilling voice came from behind Lana.

Lana turned around to the ominous sight of a gun barrel and a menacing face.

"Who are you? You think you can just waltz in here and stir up trouble in the Camron family?" Lana demanded, her tone firm.

"Ms. Camron, no need to get all riled up. We're just following orders," the gunman replied with indifference.

"Orders? Whose orders?" Lana pressed.

"Clearly, they're my orders."

At that moment, a slim man in a suit, wearing a stern expression, entered the meeting room. It was Scott from the Mosey family.

escaped from the trouble at the slums. She didn't expect Scott to track her down

Camron, we will meet

as he approached, lifting Lana's chin with his finger. "Quite the looker.

we haven't had any conflicts. Why are you

conflicts?" Scott chuckled. "You made a fortune selling Dew Balm but refused

calmly. No need for unnecessary drama," Lana attempted to calm the

It's just a matter of making a little less money. But what I'm really mad about

of anger, "As a member of the Mosey family, you treated me like I was a dog. I've suffered enough humiliation. I can't sleep peacefully if I don't make you

matter won't be pursued further.

her and chose her as the chief housekeeper, but

but soon she won't be able to protect herself. So why

was all that bastard, Dustin, who did it! If

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