Quentin Blanchet slammed his hand on the table. "No! Miss Roland should decide this herself!"

Vincent Roland immediately chimed in. "Exactly. Jenna, you choose. See which of us is more suitable to go with you."

Jenna Roland massaged her temples with a sigh. "What are you thinking? It's just about protecting my friend."

"We still need to choose!" Vincent insisted.

Jenna looked at the four men before her, exasperated. Picking anyone would offend the others, and that wasn't what she wanted.

An idea struck her. She turned and plucked four blades of grass from the yard—two long, two short.

Clutching them in her fist with only the tips visible, she said, "We'll draw straws. Short ones come with me. No complaints—you agreed to this."

"No problem!" Vincent was the first to respond.

The four took turns drawing. Vincent Roland and Yves Deross ended up with the short straws.

"Perfect!" The two high-fived in triumph.

Quentin Blanchet and Zachary Macmillan's faces fell.

"Let's eat first," Jenna said with a smile. "We'll all go together after."

Quentin wolfed down his meal and immediately stationed himself beside Jenna. Once Vincent finished eating, the three set off.

When they returned to Beverly Hills, Stella Laurent and her sister were still asleep.

Jenna had the two men wait in the living room. Vincent's phone suddenly rang.

He stepped onto the balcony to answer. "Mr. Roscente."

"Get to Beverly Hills immediately to protect Jenna," Ethan Roscente's icy voice commanded through the phone. "If you see any suspicious individuals, break their legs first, then send them to the police."

"We're already here," Vincent reported. "Miss Roland asked us to come because she was worried about her friend's safety."

"Remember, Jenna must not be harmed in any way."

"Understood."

Hanging up, Vincent returned to the living room. Jenna had just turned on the TV.

Suddenly, her phone emitted a shrill alarm.

The surveillance feed showed three shadowy figures outside. Two were tampering with the cameras while another attempted to pick the lock.

"They're here!" Jenna's eyes sharpened.

Vincent and Quentin bolted outside. Within moments, they had the three intruders pinned to the ground.

Jenna strode over to the man sprawled on the floor and delivered a sharp kick. "Talk! Did Yvonne Valois send you?"

Quentin suddenly pointed to a corner. "What's that?"

Jenna didn't even glance. "Probably a dead rat or some poor animal! These scum!" She turned to Vincent. "Beat them until they wish they were dead!"