In the car, Arnold's computer displayed various surveillance angles, keeping an eye on the movements around the small villa.

As the night grew deeper, it had been over an hour since we left the Chandler residence, yet there was no sign of activity.

Feeling a bit impatient, I looked at Atlas. He was calmly staring at the road leading to the villa.

"What if she doesn't show up?" I asked Atlas softly.

"She won't. That's her weakness. Right now, the only outlet for her frustration is Beatrice, especially after the provocation she received from us today. She's eager to vent the anger in her," Atlas confidently explained.

Lauren also reassured me, "Don't worry, punishing her is just a matter of time."

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Just as I was about to speak, Arnold excitedly exclaimed, "She's here."

I quickly looked at his computer screen. Simultaneously, lights suddenly illuminated the area not far from the small villa. On the computer screen, a car slowly entered throug