Chapter 615 Who It Might Be?
When he effortlessly rattled off not just her clothing sizes but even her bra size, it sparked quiet speculation among those nearby.
The bodyguard tasked with the shopping kept his face impassive, maintaining professionalism, but inside, the gossipy side of him couldn’t help but wonder just how well Xavier knew Hera.
Such precise knowledge hinted at a level of intimacy beyond what was openly acknowledged, and though no one dared to comment aloud, the subtle exchange planted the seeds of curiosity.
For now, however, the bodyguard focused on his task, knowing better than to pry into the affairs of those in positions of power—but his mind buzzed with questions nonetheless.
Once the tasks were delegated, the group reached out to the visibly distressed Zhane and Rafael, who had been unable to accompany them to Barcelona.
Both men were furious and deeply regretful about not being there, particularly Rafael, whose anger simmered just beneath the surface.
"If I had been there," Rafael seethed through the call, his voice cold and menacing, "that bastard wouldn’t have walked away so easily. I would’ve made sure he regretted ever laying a finger on Hera—until his life was hanging by a thread."
Zhane, though equally enraged, tried to temper his emotions. "This shouldn’t have happened in the first place," he muttered, his tone filled with frustration and self-reproach. "We should’ve been there to protect her."
Both men channeled their anger into action, offering whatever assistance they could from afar.
Rafael, with his extensive network, began reaching out to contacts who could aid in the investigation, while Zhane coordinated with local authorities and private security firms, determined to uncover every detail about the incident.
Their absence only fueled their resolve to ensure that such a threat to Hera would never arise again.