Inside Earl Carter's personal villa, an intense drama was unfolding.
Evelyn Garcia had been living here for three days now. Every day, someone attended to her needs for food and clothing, and the only thing she needed to do was to rest, rest, and inject some substances that even she did not know what they were.
But they were supposed to be some sort of drug that helped control her drug addiction.
Despite this, her craving for narcotics couldn't be stopped; during each outbreak, it felt like millions of ants gnawing at her flesh—a torturous experience.
She frantically searched through Mr. Carter's house, yet the empty rooms yielded nothing. She was like a bird trapped inside, unable to fly out, not knowing what the situation was on the outside.
Besides the auntie who came to cook, there were only bodyguards.
Since parting ways three days ago, Earl Carter had not shown up again.
