ALL of a sudden, the door was forced open, and a swarm of people rushed in!

The intruders were led by Ramsey's grandfather.

There were already many disagreements between the two parties.

This time was no different.

Each of them was here pursuing their own agenda.

Ramsey's grandfather wielded considerable influence.

The two factions stood at odds.

A silent tension hung between them.

“We could've used this situation to put pressure on Azmar. How could you just let them slip through?"

“Is exploiting a pregnant woman the only tactic you have? Haven't you noticed Azmar's condemnation of our foreign policy, saying that we are arbitrarily detaining foreigners, which is already drawing significant attention. Are you really planning on letting this spiral into an irreversible situation?"

“They're all talk. As soon as we extract evidence from this woman, nobody will take their word for it..."

“I'm afraid that before you can make her spill any secrets, she might already be gone.”

Camila's lower body was heavily stained with blood, her dress turning a deep shade of crimson.

Her consciousness was slipping away.

Ramsey's grandfather feared the potential difficulties in explaining Camila's death to Isaac, considering Isaac was set to help his grandson in acquiring the Joviek family reins.

Camila had to be delivered to Isaac alive.

Choosing not to squander any more time in pointless discussion, he promptly instructed his men to escort Camila away.

Political conflicts between two parties were a common occurrence.

No matter how strained their relationship, an actual fight was unlikely.

At most, their hostility towards each other might intensify.

Outside, Ramsey was impatiently pacing beside a car, occasionally glancing at the time.

As he noticed people emerging, he briskly moved towards them.

“Grandfather.”

As he spoke, his gaze landed on the man following his grandfather, cradling Camila in his arms.

Traces of her blood marked their path on the ground.