Sooner or later

Amethyst stood by her bedroom window, watching as a sleek black car pulled up to the house. A man emerged, his demeanor exuding authority. She recognized him immediately, even from a distance. She had seen him before, mingling with Jonathan's associates. Her curiosity piqued, and she decided to take a risk.

Another person visited today, and she's sure of that because she has never seen him before. Even when she and Jonathan were married.

Quietly, she left her room and made her way to Jonathan's office. She moved with purpose, masking her intentions with an air of casual indifference. As she approached the door, she could hear muffled voices.

Amethyst couldn't help but feel bad because, at that time, there was no guard outside Jonathan's office.

"La Victima Mafia won't last much longer if Dylan keeps this up," the visitor was saying. "Our spies in La Xiena Mafia are all dead."

Amethyst's heart raced. He couldn't help but smile at what he heard. Sure enough, it is still La Xiena who is