Chapter 34

Diego and Freya found themselves in the midst of the tension, forming a boundary between Diego's men and Desmond's men, Diego's arms wrapped around Freya's waist and Freya's hands pinned on his chest with a fearful demeanor.

The men held their firearms firmly, their index finger set to the trigger, ready for any action.

Just then, a swarm of paparazzi poured into the scene, taking several snapshots of the drama, their cameras capturing the tension with quick flashings.

Desmond, finally regaining his stance, staggered towards Freya and Diego, his face battered and bruised.

“That's enough”, he said to his men, raising his hand dismissively.

Slowly, after glaring intensely at the opposing men, Desmond's men lowered their guns, still gripping them tightly.

“When I needed your help, you fools didn't show up”, Desmond snarled at his men, gritting his teeth angrily.

Diego glanced at his men, giving them a slight nod as a signal to put their guns down as well.

Freya shuddered in fear as her e