Unbeknownst to Henry and Isabella, shadows lurked outside the penthouse building. Henry's bodyguards, a new team of four elite professionals trained by the Jackson family —Matthew and Theo were still at the hospital because of the earlier hit and run caused by Mirabel—had been shadowing him discreetly as per their protocol. Never too close, always at a distance to respect his privacy. They were ex-military, dressed in nondescript civilian clothes, blending into the bustling city streets. The night of the bar fight, they'd arrived too late to intervene, watching from afar as Henry stumbled out, bloodied and drunk. "Damn it," one muttered, a burly man named Leo. "We should've been closer."
They'd immediately called the family secretary, Mr. Paul Jules. "Mr. Jules, it's Leo. Henry's been in a bar fight—nothing life-threatening, but he's messed up. His BMW's still at the joint. We need cleanup."
