The area, though undeveloped, was surrounded by the sea on all sides. They were likely approaching the edge of the ind. Juan already heard the waves crashing against the rocks.


    "We can''t keep going this way," Debra said, anxiety clear in her voice. "We''re getting farther away from the production team." But Juan was more concerned with something else. He bent down to touch her ankle.


    Debra flinched. "What are you doing?"


    "Let me check your ankle."


    "There''s no need."


    "We don''t have much time to rest. If those killers catch up with us and I don''t know the shape you''re in, we''re both screwed."


    Debra fell silent, seeing the truth in his words. Juan went on to remove her shoe. Her ankle was swollen and red, needing immediate attention.


    He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a bottle of ointment.


    "That''s not from the show''s supplies, is it?"


    "I brought it myself."


    "You were expecting this?"


    "I''m not as unprepared as you are."


    Juan squeezed someone ointment onto his palm.


    "That may hurt a little."


    "I can take it."


    "Okay."


    Juan started massaging the ointment into her ankle. Debra bit her lip, refusing to utter a sound.


    "You can cry out."


    "It doesn''t hurt."


    Juan nced up at her, clearly unconvinced. As he pressed down harder, Debra couldn''t hold back a sharp inhale. "Are you doing this on purpose?"


    "I thought you couldn''t feel anything. Now I know you can, so that''s good."


    "Unbelievable."


    He finished quickly and slid her shoe back on before peeking outside. The killers hadn''t caught up with them yet.


    "While we have a second," he said, "why don''t you tell me who you''ve pissed off?"


    It was obvious they were not after him.


    She hesitated but eventually muttered, "I might''ve had a run-in with Edgar."


    "He''s not capable of pulling this off," Juan snorted.


    Debra blurted, "Well, he''s been secretly dealing with the Lowe Group."


    Juan''s eyes narrowed. "Lowe Group?"


    Realizing she might''ve said too much, Debra quickly tried to change the subject. "What about you? You''ve pissed off plenty of people in Seamar City. Why isn''t this about you?"


    Juan crossed his arms, waiting. "Name one."


    "Where do I start? You conned Mr. ir into thinking you''d marry Shelia. Now the ir family hates you."


    "He wouldn''t dare."


    "Or what about the Patrick family in


    real estate? The Bates family?


    Maybe those ruthless Graham.


    gangsters at the docks, or even the


    Farley family from Esterham?"


    Swn?


    Debra''s mind raced as she listed names, trying to cover her mistake, but she was too flustered to realize she''d gone too far.


    The moment she mentioned the Farley family, Juan''s expression changed.


    "The Farley family?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. "Where did you hear about that?"


    She looked up and met his prating gaze. Her heart sank.


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    She was burning up from the fever, and in her panic, she''d let something slip she wasn''t supposed to know in this timeline.


    "I guessed," she said, looking away.


    Juan wasn''t buying it. "Since you''ve mentioned it, I have a few questions for you."


    Debra''s eyes narrowed. "What do you want to know?"