Chapter 48 Like Smith To A Flame

• The atmosphere in the mansion was thick with anxiety. The staff whispered in hushed tones, glancing nervously at one another as they navigated the opulent halls.
• News of their boss's shooting had spread like wildfire, and fear rippled through everyone who served him. Evangelina stood by the large window in the living room, staring out into the night, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions.
• She should have felt elation at the thought of Aemililio being shot. After all, he was her captor, her oppressor. The idea of him being incapacitated—or worse—should have filled her with hope. Freedom was tantalizingly close, a life without fear and pain. Yet, instead of joy, she felt a pang of worry.