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"Alright," Micah mumbled, his voice barely a whisper as he drifted off to sleep.

Andrew tucked him in gently, staying by his side in silence.

Seeing Micah like this made Andrew's heart ache.

He felt just as helpless as Rylan, hating himself for not being able to do anything.

If he could, he would gladly take Micah's pain upon himself.

Just then, Sadie called.

Andrew quickly answered, "Hey, Ms. James."

"What's going on? Rylan brought a whole team over here to guard me. Was that Micah's idea?" Sadie asked.

"Mr. Clemens gave the order just now," Andrew replied softly. "He's asleep now." "There's nothing happening here. There's no need to send everyone over," Sadie said, a hint of unease in her voice. "I'm more worried about Micah at Half Mountain Villa."

"I still have people here. Don't worry," Andrew reassured her, understanding her

concern.

"This was Mr. Clemens' order. We can't go against his wishes. The incident two years ago left a mark on him. He's worried something might happen to you."

"Nothing's going to happen to me," Sadie said, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Knowing you're safe is the only way he'll be at ease," Andrew said, his voice low. "Please, just let him have this peace of mind."

"Alright," Sadie conceded. "Take good care of him. Leave the rest to Rodolfo and the others."

"I will. You should get some rest."

"Make sure you stay by his side. Don't let anything happen." Sadie reminded him once

more.

"I understand."

After hanging up, Andrew lay down on the couch, keeping watch over Micah.

He had been exhausted these past few days, and soon, he fell asleep.

Outside, the bodyguards were changing shifts. Rodolfo was in charge of overseeing the security at Half Mountain Villa tonight.

With many of the guards reassigned, only sixteen remained. After the shift change, eight were left on duty.

Under normal circumstances, this was more than enough. Half Mountain Villa had always been peaceful, with no incidents over the years.

However, with the wedding tomorrow, Rodolfo had specifically instructed everyone to stay alert and ensure nothing went wrong.

The bodyguards were diligent, standing guard with utmost vigilance.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the dead of night, around 3 AM. Half Mountain Villa was silent.

Uriah, one of the bodyguards, was patrolling the garden when he suddenly noticed a figure dart past the pool.

He immediately rushed over, shouting, "Stop!"

The figure halted, their silhouette tall and imposing in the dim light.

"Mr. Clemens?" Uriah recognized the figure and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't see clearly. I thought..."

"Stand down!" The voice was commanding and authoritative.

"Yes, sir." Uriah bowed his head and stepped back.

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Uriah took a few steps, feeling something was off.

He glanced back at where the figure had been and then up at the balcony of the master bedroom, muttering to himself, "Wasn't Mr. Clemens asleep? How could he be out here?"

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At that moment, Rodolfo approached, having been on patrol.

"Rodolfo, guess what just happened?" Uriah hurried over.

"I saw a shadow move swiftly by the pool. I thought it was an intruder, but when I caught up, it turned out to be Mr. Clemens."

"Are you out of your mind?" Rodolfo scolded. "Mr. Clemens went to bed hours ago. How could he be in the garden?"

"I know it sounds crazy," Uriah insisted. "But I swear I saw him."

"You must be seeing things," Rodolfo replied, ready to move on but then paused, suddenly alert.

"Could someone be impersonating Mr. Clemens? Did you see his face?"

"No, just his back," Uriah said. "But it really looked like Mr. Clemens. If it was an impersonator, they were spot on."