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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
CHAPTER 519
Night settled over the Andreas estate like a heavy blanket. The grand mansion, usually alive with conversation and movement, seemed unnaturally subdued. Even the guards at the front gate spoke in hushed voices, sensing the tension that had settled over the household. Inside her bedroom, Juliana sat curled up in the armchair by the window, Andrew's phone resting in her lap. She had not eaten dinner. She had barely spoken since returning from the hotel. Her thumb absentmindedly brushed across the dark screen. She wasn't waiting for it to ring. She knew it couldn't. She was waiting for it to somehow explain itself. A soft knock came at the door. "Juli?" It was Raphael. She didn't answer. After a few moments, he quietly opened the door just enough to look inside. His heart ached. His little sister looked like someone who had lost not only the person she loved, but also the certainty she once had about the world. Raphael walked in carrying a tray. "I b
CHAPTER 518
The news spread through the Andreas estate faster than anyone had anticipated. Servants whispered quietly in the hallways. Security personnel exchanged uneasy glances. Even the household staff, who rarely involved themselves in family affairs, sensed that something had changed. The atmosphere felt... heavier. Juliana had locked herself inside her room shortly after returning from the hotel. No one disturbed her, no one dared. Raphael had ordered everyone to give her space. But there was one person in the estate who had never been known for patience. Emiliano Andreas. The heavy doors to Raphael's study burst open without warning. Raphael barely had time to look up from the documents spread across his desk before Emiliano stormed inside. His face was thunderous. His fists were clenched so tightly that the veins in his forearms stood out beneath his skin. Raphael sighed quietly. "You've heard." "Heard?" Emiliano laughed bitterly. "The entire house ha
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