"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.

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

Camron, we will meet

lifting Lana's chin with his finger.

any conflicts. Why are you doing

"You made a fortune selling Dew Balm but refused to cooperate with me. Doesn't that count

if it's a business matter, we can discuss it calmly.

of making a little less money. But what I'm really mad about is the humiliation you brought upon me on

anger, "As a member of the Mosey family, you treated me like I was a dog. I've suffered enough humiliation.

has assured that the matter won't be pursued further.

and chose her as the chief housekeeper, but it won't be long before

her, but soon she won't be able to protect herself. So why would she care for

It was all that bastard, Dustin, who did it! If you have a bone to pick, go after him. It's none of

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