The message lingered in Alejandro’s mind as he stepped further into the night. Someone’s pulling the strings from the top. Those words felt like a spark igniting a fire in his gut. He had thought Joaquín Salgado was the ultimate enemy, the final obstacle between him and his vengeance. But now, the realization that there was something—or someone—greater than Joaquín came crashing down on him.Who could it be? A person so powerful, so elusive, that even Joaquín had to play by their rules? Alejandro clenched his fists, his pulse quickening with a mixture of curiosity and growing anger.The last few months had been a blur of planning, deception, and execution. Every action, every move, had been calculated. But if there was someone above Joaquín—someone who could pull the strings in the shadows, it changed everything.His mind raced as he walked through the empty streets, the cool air biting against his skin. The wind whispered in his ear like a secret, and for the first time in years, Ale

The tension between Alejandro and Joaquín was palpable. As each man prepared for the inevitable clash, their actions spoke louder than any words ever could. The unknown player’s cryptic messages had fueled Alejandro’s resolve, but they had also left him with more questions than answers. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something much larger than he could comprehend was unfolding, and he had no choice but to play his part in this dangerous game. But no one was truly untouchable, not even Joaquín Salgado.Alejandro sat in his apartment, the night stretching out before him like a battlefield. The weight of the unknown player’s words still pressed down on him—Trust no one. Every move, every decision, was now loaded with consequences. But in his gut, he knew what had to be done. Joaquin had to fall. The Velázquez family needed to crumble. And Alejandro would be the one to bring them down.He stood up and walked toward his desk, opening the drawer that contained a stack of confident