But before she could finish, a car pulled up to the curb, blocking the way she was pointing.

The door swung open, and a group of people emerged, encircling the pair.

Camila grew anxious and quickly positioned before Annis to shield her, especially since she was expecting a baby.

She eyed them warily and asked, “Who are you people?"

“Which of you is Camila?"

The man Leading the group was tall and slim, with a long scar on his face, giving him a menacing Look.

Just as Camila was about to respond, Annis gripped her arm, signaling her to stay silent. It was clear these individuals were after her.

"Why are you looking for Camila?"

Annis asked, lifting her chin.

Maintaining a facade of composure, she advised, “You should leave right away, or I'll have to call for assistance."

The slender man with the scar squinted and inquired, "Are you Camila?"

"Yes, that's me. What's wrong?"

But before she could get any further, they lunged at Annis.

Camila's panic surged. She yelled, "Stop! I'm Camila. Release her."

“We're here for her. Why would we let her go?"

The tall and thin man swiftly brushed Camila's hand aside.

"Camila..."

Annis was visibly frightened.

Camila introduced herself to the tall, slender man, saying, "I'm Camila."

"Are you Camila?"