Ariana blushed, flapping her hands dismissively, and responded in a playful manner, âI got it, my dear Sarah.
Just this once.
Iâm really grateful!â
âIf you truly appreciate my help, you could start addressing me as âsisterâ more frequently,â Sarah retorted, raising her chin in a playful gesture.
Left with no other choice, Ariana teasingly obliged, calling Sarah âsisterâ a handful of times before Sarah released her.
They swiftly changed their attire.
Sarah, holding the keys, leaned over to place a hat on Arianaâs head, âWait here, Iâll get the car.
â
âHold on!â
Realizing Theodoreâs men might be outside, Ariana stopped Sarah.
She peered out the window, her voice dropping to a whisper, âIf we leave like this, those outside will notice.
I donât want Theodore finding out I returned to the fire scene to search for the pendant, and I certainly donât want him tailing us.
â
Despite her deep frustration, she held onto her anger firmly.
No matter how much she had endured, she refused to back down or give in.
Wearing a mysterious and self-assured smile, Sarah assured, âNo need to worry.
Celebrities have special accommodations with multiple exits to avoid reporters and overzealous fans.
Iâll get you out of here safely.
â
Meanwhile, outside the house, two men were idling in a car, puffing on cigarettes.
One was engrossed in a video game, instructing his companion to keep an eye on the house.
The other, reclining in his seat, responded with a yawn, âWhy bother spying?
Theyâre probably resting.
All lights are off; they must be asleep.
â
Nolan Brown, momentarily diverting his attention from his game, glanced towards the villa.
As expected, all was dark.
He checked the time and furrowed his brow.
It was still early, not even nine oâclock.
Did the younger generation retire to bed this early?
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âWhy canât we give our eyes a break? Itâs been days since I had a good nightâs sleep.
Staring at a disabled woman like sheâs going to miraculously heal and bolt, especially at this late hour, makes no sense,â Donny Barton grumbled, fidgeting with the carâs overhead lights.
âHave you forgotten how much the boss cares about this woman?â Nolan chastised him, his frown deepening.
Donny, rolling his eyes, retorted loudly, âCare? Whatâs the point of caring now?
These rich folks are fickle, always after the next shiny thing, then they lose interest.
Remember, weâre handling their toys here, not precious treasures.
â
Having vented, he turned his back, covering his face with his shirt.
âOkay, okay, letâs just get through this.
I need sleep.
Keep the noise down, if you want to play guard, do it quietly.
â