Cold sweat was starting to form on her forehead as a cloud of dread hung over her.

"Help!" she screamed.

Even though she tried her best to stay calm, it was just impossible under this circumstance. A lot of people were staring at her and weren't willing to let her out of their sight. From the looks of it, there was no chance that she could escape.

“Keep shouting! The Louder you shout, the more excited I'll be," a man said as he took off his shirt.

When he was about to go on top of her, a loud bang echoed inside the container. The iron door had been kicked open!

The man gnashed his teeth in annoyance.

“Who in the hell.

Before he could utter the next word, a black shadow flashed in front of him. ALL of a sudden, his body was launched forward by a strong kick.

There was so much power behind that kick that the man flew upwards and crashed hard on the iron walls of the container. Once he was on the ground, he was painfully holding his abdomen and wincing in agony.

“W-who are you?" the man asked, struggling to speak. These people came out of nowhere that Travis' subordinates were caught off guard.

Now that they knew they were being invaded, one of the Travis’ men shouted, "Do you have any idea whose territory this is? Do you want to die?"

"You overestimate your ability," Willie said coldly. "None of you will escape here today."

As he spoke, a group of men from behind rushed in and took care of everyone inside in a short span of time.

Since the container was closed off, the wails of Travis’ men echoed as Willie's men beat them up.

While all this was happening, Camila tried to stand up. Suddenly, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. When she looked, she saw that it was Isaac.

Although his expression appeared calm at first glance, she could tell that there was a simmering anger Lurking behind his eyes.

But aside from anger, Camila also saw fear and pity.

Was she the one making him feel that way?

She didn't know and had no time to think about it. Quickly, she grabbed her suit jacket and got out of the boxes. Then, she ran to Joe and picked him up. The child was now responding to the loud noise, which meant the effect of the drug had already worn off.

He didn't cry. Instead, his eyes were wide open and watched everything happening around him with curiosity.

Even though Camila tried her best not to cry, tears still streamed down her face and fell on Joe's cheeks.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she whispered repeatedly as her words were choked with sobs. A feeling of both hatred and guilt gnawed at her heart.

She blamed herself for not taking good care of her son. At the same time, she hated Travis for making Joe take sleeping pills.

When she looked up, she saw Isaac staring at the baby in her arms. There was a conflicted but passionate look in his eyes.

He wanted to touch the baby, but he was so overwhelmed by excitement that he couldn't stop his hand from shaking.