She was a weak woman.

Did she truly intend to restrain him?

What was she contemplating?

"Do you truly wish to proceed?" Camila questioned, her gaze unwavering.

"Yes..."

"Eagle." Camila commanded.

Immediately, Eagle arrived.

Camila, with a gesture towards Forrest, commanded, “Secure him."

Forrest was rendered speechless.

How could he have overlooked Eagle?

“Mrs. Johnston, do you truly mean this?" inquired Eagle.

Wearing a grave expression, Camila replied, “Indeed, I do. Secure him."

Eagle no longer asked.

“Ah, ah..." Forrest struggled. "How could you?"

“My apologies, Mr. Walters. I'm merely following instructions," responded Eagle.

Effortlessly, Eagle pinned Forrest to the table. Then Eagle took out a thin yet sturdy rope.

Forrest found it impossible to shake off Eagle! His visage contorted under the relentless pressure.

"Camila, are you out of your mind?"

Gazing at him, Camila countered, “If you're contemplating something rash, I must intervene.”

“I have no intention of acting recklessly," Forrest insisted.