Just then, a figure burst through the crowd. But instead of charging toward Rose and Jonathan, she rushed toward Jack. "Jack..." Be''s voice trembled, her expression frozen in shock as she recognized Jack''s face among the sea of faces.


    Just moments ago, she had been gloating over Jonathan''s injury, but seeing Jack had thrown her into utter disbelief.


    She had been the one to orchestrate the car ident earlier, along with everything else that had transpired. She had been ready to remain in the shadows to avoid suspicion. However, the sight of Jack had shattered her resolve.


    Be lunged forward, trying to shove Finley aside to free Jack from his grasp. However, her strength was no match for Finley''s, and he sent her tumbling to the ground as if she were nothing.


    "Jack, why... why are you..." Be''s mind was filled with questions. "He''s supposed to be locked up in jail, so how is he here?" she thought as she stared at Jack, searching for answers.


    However, before Jack could utter a word, he was knocked unconscious by Finley.


    Ignoring Bepletely, Finley focused on the task at hand. Jonathan and Rose, who were now in their car, exchanged a look as they observed Be. It was apparent she had been involved in that day''s chaos, and they knew she couldn''t escape the consequences. Leonard swiftly drove off, leaving Finley to drag the unconscious Jack toward Miles.


    "Mr. Miles, may I borrow a car?" he asked.


    Everything had happened so quickly that Miles remained rooted to the spot even after witnessing Jonathan''s injury and Rose''s departure. Only Finley''s voice jolted him back to reality.


    "Of course... Yes, of course," Miles stammered, his voice thick with conflicting emotions. As if on autopilot, he even let go of Harriette''s hand without realizing it.


    "Miles..." Harriette called out softly, but her voice barely registered as Miles hurried away without looking back. He continued forward to join Finley by his vehicle.


    "Jonathan, he..." Miles opened the car door and handed the keys to Finley, trying to articte his thoughts. However, any words he meant to say were left unspoken as his gaze darkened, and he fell silent.


    Once Finley drove off with Jack, Miles didn''t immediately rush to Harriette''s side. Instead, his eyes locked onto Be, his expression hardening as he pulled out his phone and made a quick call.


    Not long after, a group arrived to take Be away, and the police, who had arrived earlier, took the reckless driver into custody.


    Only after handling everything did Miles seem to remember Harriette''s presence. He hurried over to her.


    Harriette''s face had been twisted in anger, but as soon as she saw Miles looking at her, she suppressed her fury and bitterness.


    Sheposed herself and asked with concern, "Miles, earlier... Are Rosie and Jonathan alright?"


    Miles'' brows furrowed deeply. "They should be fine... Etta, I''ll have someone take you home."


    "Have someone else take me? Is he noting with me?" The question bubbled up in Harriette''s mind, but before she could voice it, Miles had already signaled for the driver.


    With a firm, yet gentle, touch, he guided Harriette toward the waiting car before instructing the driver repeatedly to ensure she was safely returned to the estate.


    "Miles..." Harriette tried to call out to him again as she watched him rush off, but her words were lost in the distance. Miles didn''t seem to hear her, and momentster, she saw him get into a different car before speeding away.


    Rage simmered within her heart.


    The driver reminded her gently, "Ms. Harriette, please get in the car first. We''ll depart once Ms. Anastasia gets in."


    "Anastasia?" Harriette questioned, ncing at the driver.


    The driver flinched under her gaze. "I''m Ms. Anastasia''s driver..."


    "Anastasia''s driver, huh?" Harriette thought as a cold smile tugged at her lips. "No need to wait for her. We''re leaving now."


    "But..." The driver hesitated, his eyes instinctively searching for Anastasia.


    Harriette''s gaze followed his, her haughty disdain unconcealed. When Anastasia drew near, she asked, "Are you nning to ride with me?"


    Anastasia instantly understood what Harriette implied-she didn''t want to share the car.


    Lowering her eyes, Anastasia wisely replied, "I''d like to stay a bit longer. You can send Ms. Harriette back first."


    Upon hearing Anastasia''s words, the driver could only open the car door for Harriette.


    Harriette cast a triumphant nce at Anastasia, feeling a slight sense of satisfaction from this small victory. However, once she had settled into the car, the weight of her dissatisfaction lingered.


    As Harriette''s car disappeared into the distance, Anastasia remained in ce, lost in thought about Harriette''s unusual behavior. However, she wasn''t the only one mulling over Harriette''s actions. Unseen by all, another figure watched from the shadows, deep in thought.


    This person was none other than


    Elijah, who had descended the mountain but hadn''t yet departed from Aurora Crest. He had


    witnessed the car ident and the attempted assassination earlier.


    It was evident that everything had been aimed at Rose. "What has this youngdy done to provoke such deadly enmity? And that woman, Etta..." he mused.