Stepping out of the hotel, they were greeted by a sky painted with vibrant colors, blazing as if ready to set the heavens on fire.

Dylan put a hat on Olivia and lifted her into the back seat of a bike. He was strong from working out year-round and could easily pick her up with one hand, like she was a baby doll.

As he mounted the bike, Olivia naturally wrapped her arms around his waist.

He pedaled away, taking them farther and farther.

In the hotel parking lot, a black limousine sat idly. Inside, Raphael, dressed in a formal suit, watched Dylan and Olivia with a quiet gaze.

Next to him, Sharon, who had just arrived and also dressed in a business suit, observed them thoughtfully.

“They seem like a perfect match, almost like a young couple on their honeymoon. Mr. Jones, do you think they've been together all this time?" Sharon asked slowly.

Raphael's expression turned somber. He replied icily, "Drive."

The driver quickly hit the gas, rushing Raphael to the airport.

Raphael left the island earlier than planned, partly due to his busy schedule, but mostly because of his sour mood.

Meanwhile, Leonel was preparing to spend some quality time with Alexis.

In the presidential suite of the hotel, he stood in front of a luxurious French window, dressed in a white shirt and black suit pants that accentuated his fit physique.

Holding his phone, Leonel smiled and asked, “Why did you leave early? Weren't you happy when you came?"

After listening to Raphael, Leonel smiled again. "Okay, Mr. Jones. See you in Duefron."

He ended the call and casually threw the phone onto the sofa.

As he was about to take off his shirt, Alexis emerged from the bathroom, enveloped in steam, wearing only a black silk nightgown.

Leonel glanced at her and wagered she wore nothing underneath.

“Didn't we agree to bathe together? How dare you! You're pretty confident I won't do anything, aren't you?"

Leonel wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered, “Dressed Like that, I have to check."

Alexis had planned this and didn't pull away.