Saskia especially kept an eye on Harry, because he was an asshole. She could still hear how he had contemptuously called her chubby girl. Even though she had shrugged it off on the outside, the insult had hurt on the inside.

Harry moved slowly and unobtrusively toward the estate. He kept glancing around to make sure no one would be watching him as he went through with his actual scam.

He had just said goodbye to PJ. She was to make sure that Lord Shahbandar was distracted and didn't get the idea to go to his gallery.

Saskia watched Deane as he kept looking around. It was now more than clear to her that something was about to happen. Slowly and at an appropriate distance, she continued to follow him. He hadn't noticed her yet, probably wouldn't recognize her at all.

Harry slipped inside and walked quickly up the few stairs to the picture gallery, slipping through what should have been closed double doors. He tugged at his tie to loosen the knot a bit. He was getting more and more nervous, after all he wanted to steal the original Monet painting from Shahbandar. But to do that, he had to pull it off the frame and put Major Wingate's fake up again. That took some doing, because with a painting that would fetch him 12 million pounds, he would have to proceed extremely carefully.

Saskia would follow Harry into the gallery he had just disappeared into. But first she had to get rid of her shoes, the heel was much too loud for the stone floor. Otherwise he would hear her immediately. She took off her high heels and put them down in the hall, hidden behind a long curtain. After all, no one had to notice that someone was walking around without shoes.

Quiet as a lioness on the hunt, she crept up the few steps and silently opened the door. Quickly she slipped through the crack and closed it again just as quietly.

Curious, she looked through the small vestibule, but there was no sign of her colleague.

Then she had to go to the back part, for sure he was here somewhere with the paintings. With her ears pricked, she crept further along the wall, listening for even the smallest noise.

Lionel was still searching the crowd with his eyes, but he just couldn't spot Saskia. Suddenly, Mrs. Puznowski was standing in front of him and he had to control himself not to roll his eyes. This unspeakable person actually annoyed him deeply and by now he had a weird feeling. Because when his butler had called the Savoy Hotel, there was no one at all who had checked in under her name. Actually, he had wanted to ask her something else during that phone call regarding the painting.

"PJ, what can I do for you?" he asked with misplaced interest as she stood in front of him and just looked at him without saying a word.

"Lionel, I was thinking we could have a drink together to get to know each other a little better," she purred back at him, biting her lip deliberately lasciviously and batting her eyelashes.

He actually had absolutely no desire for this woman, but watching her for a bit couldn't hurt. Since he didn't trust her anymore and he didn't believe Harry either, this one was surely a fraud as well. "Whatever. What will it be, champagne again?" he asked deliberately, alluding to the evening where she had kissed him so brazenly.

PJ looked into the lord's eyes and became even more nervous, as they only radiated coldness. There was nothing of his charm left. "That would be very thoughtful of you, I'd love a glass," she spoke and simply hooked herself to him.

He would have liked to push her away, but he still remembered his manners, even though she didn't really deserve to be treated politely anymore.

In the meantime, Saskia had arrived at the back of the building. Lionel's favorite picture was no longer hanging in its place, which she noticed immediately. What was going on here? Had Harry stolen the picture? She looked around in horror, but was careful not to make any unnecessary noises.

When she was suddenly nudged from behind, she almost cried out. Startled, she turned around and Leonardo the lion was standing in front of her. He was apparently waiting for a few strokes. Saskia was still breathing in and out irregularly because she had been surprised. She began to stroke Leo's fur, which immediately calmed her down. Only now did she see that Gem was also standing next to the lion, which looked incredibly funny since they both had the same hairstyle. If the situation hadn't just been so serious because the picture was missing, she would have laughed out loud.

Slowly she walked on, somewhere Deane must still be walking around, he couldn't have gotten that far yet.

Gem was once again in her element and walked curiously ahead.

Deane had made himself comfortable on a table and was working away when he heard a noise behind him. Caught off guard, he turned around, but saw only Shahbandar's cat standing in the hallway. "Oh, I see, it's just you kitty," he said with relief and continued with his work.

Saskia had heard Harry's words, who seemed to be in close proximity. Leonardo pricked up his ears as well and dashed forward!

Sia was about to do something about it when she heard PJ's excited voice. She quickly hid behind a long curtain that adorned the huge windows and continued to listen.

"Harry! Harry! Shahbandar told me that the lion is running around here somewhere! Watch out, please!" she shouted upset, stumbling down the hallway.

But Harry gave her no answer, as he was already cowering in a corner because Leonardo was standing in front of him, roaring at him.

"Holy shit!" the blonde exclaimed, upset. She quickly removed her high heels and yanked down a cord that attached a curtain and tied a lasso. Her years of experience in rodeo riding now paid off and she began to swing the lasso. With routine moves, she looped the string around Leonardo's legs so he could only lie on the ground. However, PJ had wrapped it around his back legs so tightly that he was already starting to bleed a little, which Leo acknowledged with a roar.

Horrified, Saskia had witnessed everything from her position. As soon as PJ had disappeared again, Sia stormed towards Harry in a rage.