"Deal." Forrest agreed readily.

He needed Stetson's assistance.

If they sought to thoroughly probe an old case, the initial step would be to stir public sentiment online to put pressure on the authorities.

Stetson was well-equipped with such resources.

Before partnering with Stetson, Forrest had done extensive digging on him.

"Here's to our success." Stetson lifted his coffee cup and said, "Let's substitute coffee for the traditional toast."

Extracting money from the tight-fisted Pearson was a victory in itself.

Forrest raised his cup and clinked it against Stetson‘s.

The secretary entered and announced, “The ambulance is here."

Stetson said, "Ask them to take him away."

Forrest watched, impassive, as the medics in pristine white uniforms hoisted Pearson onto a stretcher and whisked him away.

On the other side, Camila arrived at his new residence.

A hilltop villa, cushioned by a mountain at the back and bordered by water at the front.

There was a single pathway leading up.

Nestled within a cluster of bamboo trees.

Around the villa, three layers of security were in place.

There were individuals assigned to continuously monitor the surroundings of the villa, working in shifts 24 hours a day.

Even if the people monitoring were negligent, once someone trespassed into the radar surveillance range, an alarm would be triggered.

It was a place so secure that not even a bird could easily fly in.

Besides, the villa was well-appointed with all the necessities of life.