Leonel struggled to fall back asleep.

He quickly sat up and dressed himself. Despite his injured leg, which typically caused pain and restricted his movement, he now moved effortlessly and without discomfort. It seemed as though he had surpassed his usual physical limitations in this moment of urgency.

Securing his belt, he hurried downstairs, simultaneously dialing Alexis' assistant's number.

The assistant, roused from her sleep, answered, "Oh, I didn't accompany Miss Fowler to Tashkao this time."

Leonel entered the garage, opened a car door, and sat inside, momentarily pausing with his phone in hand. "Could you check Alexis' schedule for today?"