It wasn't an isolated place, but Camila couldn't see any familiar Landmarks.

The driver asked her to get out of the car, and she complied.

The driver then sped away, leaving Camila stranded on the road.

Before she could gather her thoughts, two men approached her.

Without saying a word, the two men wanted to frisk Camila, much to her dismay.

“What are you doing?" Camila evaded their hands.

The men stared at her, stunned by her beauty. "We need to check if you have a tracker on you."

"I don't have one," Camila said, shaking her head.

“We don't believe you. Unless we frisk you, we can't let you through," the men insisted, clearly wanting to grope her under the guise of a search.

"I already told you, I don't have a tracker." Camila stepped back.

“You better do as we say for the sake of your child and mother, voice piped up.

Camila turned to see Travis sitting in a car with the window rolled down, looking at her as if watching a spectacle.

A wave of anger surged through her, but she fought to keep her composure.

“I assure you, I don't have a tracker on me. Plus, I'm your cousin-in-Law. If you Let these two grope me, it will reflect poorly on both of us. Do you want them to tell others that they touched your cousin-in-law?"

Travis' expression flickered. "You're Isaac's wife. He's the one who should be embarrassed, not me.”

“But I'm also a member of the Johnston family, just Like you. Don't you think we're connected in some way?" Camila argued.

“Come over here," Travis said, waving his hand.

After hesitating, Camila walked over. She had no choice but to follow his orders.

She approached the car.

Travis looked at her from head to toe.

“You're stunning. No wonder Isaac is so smitten with you," he sneered.

“Get in the car," Travis said.

“Where are you taking me?" Camila protested.

Travis laughed.

“It's mot over yet. I've planned this revenge carefully. I can't let you go just Like that."