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Her eyes darted between us, her body tense. My father’s lips curled into a sneer. “Ah, the culprit makes her entrance. You must be... Araceli, isn’t it? The little gold-digger.” Are you proud of yourself, angel?” he continued, his words dripping venom, his tone condenscending “Did you see this as your mega chance, huh? What did you see in my son, a billionaire's bank account to lift you out of that cheap life of yours? A golden ticket out of the gutters?”

The message contained only one word: [Follow] After reading the message, Ximena’s confidence surged, and she raised her paddle again. "200 million!" "300 million!" "400 million!" "500 million!" Ximena held her ground, not backing down, until Sebastian called out with a firm voice, "1 billion!" The room erupted! "Oh my God, 1 billion! Does Mr. Vanderbilt really want Yun's Aromatic Codex that badly?" "I've heard that there are treasures hidden in the Yun's Aromatic Codex. If the treasure is found, spending a billion would be worth it."

Alex expounded. "The answer to the puzzle you all have been trying to solve is the *In libro de morte" Grandpa said and turned to face the window as he stopped talking. "In libro de morte? What does that mean?" Elena asked. "Please Grandpa, we don't understand what you just said" Peter said.

He laughed as he pulled away. Then, his voice turned cold. “Because I’m going to take that baby from you!” he shouted, his tone filled with desperation. “No! You can’t!” Amelia protested. Meanwhile, Sandra was thoroughly entertained by the scene. She laughed from her spot, watching as Tim and his men tormented Amelia as if she were watching a comedy movie. “Hahaha! Do you think you can do anything if I take that baby away from you?” the man mocked Amelia. “I am Arnaldo Alcantara, the sole heir of the Alcantara Group of Companies! No one can stop me. I’ll use all my wealth if anyone dares oppose me. That baby is mine!” he declared.

"You're going to regret this, I swear! Even if you come crawling back, I'll never forgive you! Never!" "Why aren't you answering me? I didn't come home all night. Aren't you worried?" "Anna, are you feeling any better? Please just text me back…" The screen was packed with his desperate words, but I couldn't be bothered to read more. I calmly looked away and put on my hat, wheeling my suitcase to the medical center I had booked. The university required a medical exam and vaccination record before enrollment, which was my final step before going abroad. As the doctor verified my passport information, my phone rang again.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Isabella’s father impressed before, but the look on his face when he opened the box was priceless. “Zander, I’m speechless,” Mr. Aventini said, shocked. “This must have cost you a mint. I can’t accept it.” “Please, Mr. Aventini, I want it in the hands of someone who truly appreciates it,” I advised. “I guess his great-great-grandfather lived next door to the author, and they would have coffee often while he was writing the novel. There is a picture of his relative with the author in the box, too.”

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

He stopped short as if he was about to spill a secret but caught himself. "What?" Anna asked. "Never mind," he waved. "He just kept saying it was a misunderstanding that would be cleared up soon." Eugene set down his glass and rubbed his temples. "Your father was my best friend for twenty years. He was the most ethical man I knew. I trust him, but the numbers didn't tally. There was nothing we could do about it." "How much money are we talking about?" "Nearly two million dollars." The number hit Anna like a physical blow. Two million dollars. No wonder the DA had frozen everything.

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."