THE HIDDEN ENEMIES IN ROME.

"That’s true. It’s better than him sleeping in the apartment," Juan replied.

They walked toward the apron. Luckily, they took the VVIP route. No reporters were chasing them. The bodyguards waited by the entrance.

Meanwhile, in another place, a woman sat and admired a newly displayed diamond. She was drawn to a sage green one. She smiled while holding it.

"I like this one," she said.

A man beside her smiled and signaled the staff to wrap it up.

"Adinda." The man placed his hand on Adinda’s lower back.

Yes, you heard it right. The woman was Adinda—the one who vanished after setting fire to the loading dock at Hotel Santos. She had been found by a cunning businessman. What were they planning?

"Aren’t you going to choose another one?" the man whispered sensually.

"No. That one is enough," Adinda smiled sweetly.

"Alright," he replied.

Soon after, a woman in her mid-40s approached and smacked the man playfully. "Hey! Arya! How are you?"