Seeing Desmond's departure, Vesta instinctively raised his hand, signaling for one of the soldiers who unexpectedly emerged from the dense foliage behind him to halt. "Hold on a moment; I want to prove my daughter's words as well..." Vesta's narrowed eyes fixed on Laura, who remained eerily composed, seemingly unaffected by his remarks. It struck him as peculiar.
Meanwhile, at the gathering spot of the mercenaries, Raina tugged nervously at the hem of Veronica's shirt and whispered, "Big sis, it looks like he's headed this way."
"Mmm." Veronica cast a brief glance at Desmond before redirecting her attention to the woman by her side. "He doesn't appear to harbor any ill intentions." A mischievous smile played on her lips as she lightly licked her lower lip, sending a shiver down Raina's spine.