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When Lillian eyes opened again, the first thing she felt was the dull sting around her wrists. She looked down and realized her hands were handcuffed to the hospital bed. She blinked a few times. The bright white lights above her made her eyes water. Her head pounded like it was being hit from inside. Just as she tried to sit upright, the door creaked open. A tall man stepped inside, dressed in a black hoodie and black boots. The man she saw before passing out. In his hand was a shopping bag. His brown eyes scanned her briefly before he casually walked closer and dropped the bag on her lap. "El jefe sabe nada de esto. Todo esto cortesía de la Sra. Rose. Nos vamos en cinco minutos," he said in a low tone, his words coming fast and sharp. [The boss knows nothing about this. This is all thanks to Ms. Rose. We're leaving in five minutes.] She gawked at him, "I'm sorry, I don't understand Spanish... but I heard you mention Ms. Rose... right?" she stuttered weakly, sitting up gently. Efren stared at her with scrutiny. He still couldn't shake off his disappointment. He expected someone as daring as her to have some skin on her bone but no, she was just so thin even on the day he brought to the Mansion. And now, she looked thinner all thanks to starving herself. He was on his way to inform her the news he was asked to relay to her, just for her to faint in his arms. Jake only knows nothing about bringing her to the hospital or passing out. His eyes trailed over her figure lazily, still unimpressed. "We leave in five," he finally said in deep English, pulled out a small key and uncuffed her wrists, not sparing her a glance before walking out. Lillian rubbed her wrist, groaning at the soreness in her limbs. Her stomach growled loudly, but when she opened the bag, there was no food. Instead, there was a pressed navy-blue suit, a small packet of water, a pair of heels, and some files. She blinked in confused, pulling out the documents. It was some thick stapled files with printed texts and a few highlighted paragraphs. But her migraine was too much. Her eyes crossed as she tried to focus on the words. None of it made sense. Her head was spinning too badly to focus. She cleaned herself up quickly, and dressed in the suit. The moment she was done buttoning it up, the man returned exactly after five minutes. Efren stood by the door with his arms crossed. He gave her a single curt nod and she followed behind him. The thought of escaping did crossed her mind but seeing some men watching them as they leave the hospital, she knew what their jobs were. They got into the car, and silence filled the space between them as he drove. She was really starving. She glanced at Efren briefly whose gaze was on the road, then lowered her gaze back, falling on the files on her laps. She picked it up and turned to him out of curiosity, "Uh... para... con these documents?" she asked awkwardly, trying to add little Spanish. Efren didn't answer. Just when she was about to stop embarrassing herself, he turned the wheel and pulled into a gated building. She squinted at the sign above. Then her heart sank. Palacio de Justicia. She knew those words well. They were in a courthouse. She quickly flipped open the files again, scanning the bold heading: Case No. 1047 – The Government of Spain vs. Jake Hernandez Her lips parted. "What are we doing here?" Her voice trembled, staring at the man beside her. Efren turned off the engine and finally looked at her. "To defend the boss." He stepped out of the car afterwards. Lillian didn't move. Her fingers shook around the file. She was here to defend Jake? She didn't even remember the last time she ate, let alone felt human. And now they wanted her to walk into a courtroom and save the man who is about ruining her life? She skimmed through the summary. There was strong evidence linking him to the crime. And worst of all, his father had already announced he had more evidence to present during the trial. "No... no, no," she whispered, flipping through the files with trembling fingers. This was way beyond her. She stepped out of the car in a rush, running around after Efren. "I'm not fit for this," She said behind him, her heart racing. Right at cue, an armoured black SUV maneuvered into the parking lot. Lillian watched with her heart racing as the door opened and Jake stepped out. Efren bowed slightly in courtesy. He wore a fitted black suit with a black shirt underneath, no tie, just sharp and clean. A white earbud sat in one ear, and dark shades covered his eyes, but nothing could hide the scar that ran down the side of his face. It only made him look dangerous. When their eyes met, Lillian hastily dropped her gaze, unable to hide how intimidated she felt. "Nice suit, Dulzura," She heard him say, making her shudder as she perceived his strong cologne approaching.