Third Person’s POV
The woman, obscured by a wide–brimmed hat, was dressed in a peach–colored dress that entuated her slender waist.
Though she seemed a little disheveled from the fall, with dirt on her clothes, she looked more pitiable than messy.
Tommy approached and asked, “What happened here?”
A tall man replied, “Sorry for the trouble. The car overheated and broke down, causing it <i>to </i>flip over
Before getting out of the car to check, Tommy, being battle–experienced, took a close look and found both vehicles were beyond repair.
“The cars are totally wrecked,” he told the man.
“With this heat, and we were in a rush to get back to the capital. What are we going to do now<i>?</i>” the man said. Clearly a werewolf guard, he had been driving the lead car, with the other person likely being the driver.
Tommy asked, “Who are you folks? Why’re
you heading to the capital?”
The man exined, “We live in the capital. We were visiting rtives in Monterey State. The intense heat
e car.” and the rushed journey must’ve overheated
Wiping his sweat, he asked Tommy, “Do you have any water? Ourdy’s really thirsty.”
None of the Eugenius Scouts spoke up. As seasoned spies, they quickly analyzed the situation.
Thedy, though hidden under a wide–brimmed hat, clearly came from wealth, judging <i>by </i>her clothes, shoes, and jewelry.
Yet she was only apanied by a maid, a guard, and a driver.
And choosing <i>to </i>return from Monterey State in such scorching heat?
Coincidentally, both their cars broke down right here.
Tommy sensed something amiss but decided to check it out. Hearing the man ask for water, Paisley grabbed a sports water bottle and walked over to thedy.
The maid reached out, but thedy quickly stepped forward and took the bottle herself.
“Thank you <i>so </i>much. I’m really thirsty. Thanks a lot,” she said.
Paisley hummed, holding out one hand behind her back, the other waiting to reim the water <b>bottle </b>from the woman.
The woman turned away, drank several mouthfuls, and returned the bottle to Paisley with another “Thank you.”
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Paisley nced at thedy and her maid, then asked the maid, “Would you like a drink?
The maid declined, “No, thanks. I’ll just drink from a streamter”
“Alright.”
Paisley returned to Adide and offered her the water bottle.
Adide noticed a hidden note inside.
She waited until Paisley’s car pulled up beside Lance’s vehicle to read it.
“I’m Ramona Shuman, the daughter of Hunt’s breeder. Please, Luna Adide, take us with you. I beg <b><i>for </i></b>your help.”
Ramona Shuman?
Adide recalled Dwight’s breeder, Willow, also Hunt’s daughter, named Wilorina Shurnan.
She quickly scanned the scene and noticed the maid didn’t show much respect to Ramona but had <i>a </i>werewolf warrior–like aura.
The bodyguard and driver kept ncing at Ramona, seemingly keeping an eye on her.
Ramona appeared nervous, clutching her hands tightly, sweat dripping down her face. She used a handkerchief to wipe it away.
Then, she suddenly stiffened as if in pain. Adide noticed the maid’s hand seemed to be doing something on Ramona’s lower back, though the exact action was hidden from view.
Adide and Paisley, wearing wide–brimmed hats, could observe without being seen.
They pretended to check the vehicles but were actually watching Ramona and her maid.
It seemed the maid was pressuring Ramona to speak up.
Sure enough, Ramona approached and bowed to Lance.
Her voice was melodious yet shy, “Excuse me, our car’s broken down, and we’re in a hurry to get back to the capital. Could we trouble you to give us a ride? I’m willing to pay for it.”
Before Lance could respond, Adide said, “No problem. We can use our two cars to tow yours.”
Hearing this, everyone grew anxious–taking in strangers like this was risky.
Eugene leaned forward and noticed something suspicious.
He motioned for his team to hold their tongues and said, “Let’s follow Madam’s lead.”
Out in public, they referred to Adide as “Madam” instead of “Luna Adide.”
The bodyguard and maid exchanged nces, surprised at the easy agreement, especially <b>since </b><b>it </b>came from Adide, not Lance.
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Thedy had clearly aimed her plea at Lance, using a coquettish manner to attract male attention, which only served to annoy the women present.
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