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CHAPTER 525
The ride back from the botanical garden was quieter than the ride there. Juliana leaned against the car window, watching the city blur past in streaks of gold and gray. The conversation with Harrera lingered in her mind. It had been... peaceful. There had been no arguments, no pressure, no attempts to convince her to move on from Andrew. For the first time in weeks, someone had simply listened. She didn't realize that, somewhere else in the city, another person was replaying the very same meeting from an entirely different perspective. Harrera sat alone in his car after watching Juliana's vehicle disappear into traffic. His driver had asked twice whether they should return to the estate. Harrera hadn't answered. He remained seated, one arm resting against the window, his thoughts refusing to leave the image of Juliana standing on the wooden bridge beneath the afternoon sun. A slow smile found its way onto his face. Not the confident smile people associated with the M
CHAPTER 524
The morning sky over Mexico City was clear, almost deceptively peaceful. Life, as always, continued moving. Traffic flowed through the busy streets. Vendors arranged fresh flowers outside their shops. Cafés filled with the familiar aroma of coffee and baked bread. Yet for Juliana Andreas, the world seemed strangely muted. Every passing day without Andrew felt like another unanswered question. She had stopped expecting miracles. Instead, she had started looking for clues. Raphael noticed the change. She no longer cried as often. That frightened him more. His little sister wasn't healing. She was thinking. And Juliana, when she began thinking quietly, usually discovered things others overlooked. That afternoon, after much persuasion, Raphael finally allowed her to leave the estate for a short walk through a botanical garden on the condition that two security vehicles remained nearby. "You'll keep your phone on." "I will." "You answer every call."
CHAPTER 523
The drive back to the Andreas estate was unusually quiet. Emiliano sat in the back seat of the black SUV, one elbow resting against the window as the city lights streaked past. His men, who were accustomed to his fiery temper and constant complaints, noticed the unusual silence but wisely chose not to interrupt. One of them, Javier, finally cleared his throat. "Boss..." Emiliano didn't look away from the window. "What?" "Do you believe him?" The question lingered inside the vehicle. Emiliano remained silent for several seconds before answering. "I don't know." Javier frowned. "You've never said those words before." A faint smirk crossed Emiliano's lips. "There's a first time for everything." The SUV rolled through a traffic light before Emiliano leaned forward slightly. "I looked him in the eyes. There was no fear. There was no panic. He looked... annoyed." Javier exchanged glances with another man. "That doesn't mean he's innocent." "I know," Emiliano repl
CHAPTER 522
The nightclub was already alive despite the early hour. Music pulsed through the walls, expensive liquor lined illuminated shelves, and conversations blended into a steady hum beneath the rhythmic bass. It was one of the establishments Harrera Marcelo frequented—not because he particularly enjoyed the nightlife anymore, but because it allowed him to think while remaining unnoticed. Or so he believed. Harrera occupied a secluded booth overlooking the main floor, a glass of sparkling water untouched before him. Since Juliana had reappeared in his life, he found himself drinking less and thinking more. Neither habit brought him much peace. Mateo slid into the seat opposite him. "You've been staring at the same glass for ten minutes." "I know." "You've also ignored three phone calls." "I know that Mateo." Mateo sighed. "You've become impossible to read." Before Harrera could respond, the music seemed to fade beneath another sound. Heavy footsteps. Several men
CHAPTER 521
The Marcelo estate stood in complete silence beneath the fading evening sun. Unlike the Andreas residence, where worry had settled over every corridor, Don Marcelo's mansion carried a different kind of tension—one built not on grief, but on uncertainty. The study doors opened slowly. Harrera stepped inside. His father stood beside a floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of aged whiskey resting comfortably in one hand. Without turning around, Don Marcelo spoke. "You look terrible." Harrera shut the door behind him. "I haven't been sleeping." Marcelo gave a dry chuckle. "So I've heard." Only then did he turn to face his son. His sharp eyes swept over Harrera's face. The dark circles beneath his eyes. The unshaven jaw. The distant look that hadn't been there a month ago. For a long moment, Marcelo simply observed him before taking a slow sip of his drink. "So..." he said calmly, "...you're regretting it already." Harrera looked away. "I didn't say that."
CHAPTER 520
Morning arrived over Mexico City wrapped in golden sunlight, but inside the Andreas estate, it did little to lift the heaviness that lingered over every hallway. It had been three days since Juliana found Andrew's empty hotel room and the letter that was supposed to explain everything. Three days, yet not a single hour had eased the uneasy feeling in her heart. She hadn't accepted it. She couldn't. Most people mourned what they had lost. Juliana questioned what she had been told. She sat cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom, Andrew's phone beside her and the letter spread out before her for what had to be the fiftieth time. Every sentence was familiar now. Every word had become engraved in her memory. "I am sorry that I have to leave without saying goodbye..." She traced the ink with her fingertips before slowly shaking her head. "No..." Her voice was barely a whisper. "You wouldn't." She closed her eyes and remembered the countless conversations they had s
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