MEANWHILE, as August rested on the bed with four bodyguards watching the room— two on the terrace and another two outside, the perpetrator suddenly went to a place where no one could see him.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he winced when he felt how stinging the cut on his face was. “That bastard,” he added, pertaining to August.

The assigned bodyguards in the Remington mansion were rotated into three shifts. One is in the early morning, the second in the afternoon, and the third in the evening.

Since