The Heir of My Enemy Is My Secret Lover.
his mother urged, leading him toward the room of the woman she’d been talking about so much.
When they entered, they found a fifty-year-old woman sitting in a chair, her gaze distant. In his rush, Zen had forgotten to check the name on the record he was holding.
"Cíntia Bayer?" Zen read aloud, staring at the name in surprise. Then, he walked closer to the woman, examining her carefully. She had a serene beauty for her age, with lightly graying brown hair that fell in soft waves. Her green eyes, deep and distant, carried a subtle melancholy, showing no emotion.
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