The bodyguard reported to Zach, "Based on the size and depth of the footprints, it's likely a woman. Should we call the police, Mr. Jardin?"

Zach replied casually, "We'll handle it tomorrow."

"Understood, Mr. Jardin," the bodyguard acknowledged.

Zach handed Madelyn some utensils at the dining table and said calmly, "I think someone's after me. Let's pretend nothing happened tonight. We'll talk tomorrow after some rest."

Zach offered Madelyn a dish. " Try this, my cooking might just rival yours."

Madelyn responded, her voice tinged with unease, "I'm not really in the mood to eat."

Zach noticed Madelyn's disheartened expression, he gently coaxed, "Have a little. Think of it as breakfast. Dawn's almost here."

Madelyn glanced at the clock, startled to see it was already four in the morning. She pleaded, "Zach, can you please stop getting involved in these dangerous things?"

Zach softly agreed, "Alright, I'll stop."

Meanwhile, amidst the rain, Frida was driving a black car. She not