Chapter 131
The next morning.
Prescott woke up early. He'd only slept a few hours, but with Camila next to him, it felt like the best rest he'd had in a while. A few hours were more than enough.
Camila was still asleep. He gazed at her quietly for a long moment, bent down, and kissed her forehead gently before getting out of bed.
After washing up, he got a call from Paul. Without wasting time, he changed and left the room.
In a villa not far from Theron's lab.
Down in the basement.
A group of men were locked up there, a mix of foreign and local faces.
If Camila were here, she'd instantly recognize some of them as the ones who'd tried to pull something on her and Emma last night.
The effects of pepper spray clearly lingered-every single guy had eyeballs so swollen, they looked like they'd been stung by bees.
Two guys looked worse than the rest. One had been kicked half-dead by Emma, and the other-Bob-was the poor soul Camila had sprayed directly in the eyes with the stuff.
When Paul got the call la

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