As the vehicle pulled away, a thrill surged through Jimena, barely contained within the confines of the moving car. If only she weren't still so exposed, she would have reveled in the victory of securing the necklace, a treasure now tantalizingly close, yet still just out of reach.

In the car, Jimena couldn't contain her gleeful smile, even with her eyes closed. It was as if every joyful thought she'd ever had was bursting out at once. This bubbling excitement didn't escape the notice of the man seated in the shadowy vehicle beside her.

Davey, who had just returned home, found himself alone in the car after the driver departed, granting him a moment of reprieve to rest his weary eyes.

To any casual observer, the car might have seemed deserted.

But just as Davey was about to step out, he caught sight of Jimena slipping into the car, her features contorted with a greedy, covetous grin.

Jimena was usually so demure, never letting a smile escape her lips, especially not in his manor. But here she was, barely at the gates, grinning like a cat with a bowl of cream.

Davey was a shrewd judge of character, and he could tell at a glance that this was no ordinary smile. It was a smile fueled by something darker, something more sinister than simple happiness. It was a stark contrast to the typically reserved expression of the family doctor.

Watching the car disappear from view, Davey made a call. “Follow Jimena's vehicle and report back to me."

It had been a long day for Davey, dealing with various matters that had left him in a foul mood.

On top of that, he'd received a report about an incident at one of his overseas properties.

According to the guards, the culprit had been nothing more than a drunken vagrant who, upon stumbling one of his lavish manors, had attempted to gain entry through a window in search of shelter. Once inside, he had roamed around, marveling at the opulence surrounding him.

Upon discovery, the guards shown the drunken vagrant no mercy. They dealt with him swiftly, without alerting the authorities, as per Davey's instructions. They gave the drunken vagrant a good beating and tossed him into the river, leaving no trace of his intrusion.

It was difficult for the guards to ascertain the drunken vagrant's true intentions. On the surface, it appeared to be a straightforward case of drunkenness and vagrancy. Multiple eyewitnesses even corroborated that he was getting drunk at the park.

However, Davey couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this incident than met the eye. Something about the drunken vagrant's actions didn't quite add up.

Plus, how could a mere drunken vagrant truly outmaneuver six of his carefully selected, highly trained elite guards? And not only breach the perimeter but wander about unchecked for who knew how long?

Davey pondered, his brow furrowed in contemplation. Those guards were his handpicked finest, meticulously chosen for their skills and loyalty. Was this drunken vagrant truly what he seemed, or was there more to him than met the eye?

Regardless, one thing was clear. Action was needed.

Davey swiftly dispatched a team to his overseas manors to demolish the entire opulent underground complex beneath the estate. He commanded them to bury it beneath layers of earth, erasing any trace of its existence.

For days now, he'd been overseeing the dismantling of similar subterranean hideouts in various locales.

Davey was meticulous, methodical, and cautious in his actions, guided by the ancient wisdom that “a ship that sails a thousand years is built with great care."