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Miles away, at his estate, Miguel stood on his balcony with a glass of bourbon in one hand and an old photograph in the other. It was from their honeymoon. Ximena laughing in the snow, wearing his coat, her nose pink from the cold. She was looking at him—not at the camera. Like he was the only thing that mattered. Carlos stepped onto the balcony with a folder. “I have updates,” he said. Miguel didn’t turn. “Leandro just moved another five million into a Ricardo competitor. Quietly. No announcement. No press release. But the timing’s… too calculated.” Miguel stayed silent.

"You've got a nice place." "What do you want?" I snap. I didn't intend to sound that way, but my emotions have been going on a rollercoaster since the start of the day. "I didn't introduce myself earlier. I'm Luis Bishop." He extends a hand and my brows crease. Luis Bishop? That name isn't unfamiliar. Everyone knows the Bishop family and just last month, Luis Bishop ranked 30 under 30 hottest and wealthiest man. I must have been so disoriented not to recognise him.

He said. Andrew’s voice stayed calm, almost smug. “Eight million dollars.” Miguel blinked. “Eight? Are you planning your own funeral or trying to rebuild your failed career?” he asked as I found an unexpected smile loom on my face his words were sarcastic but funny. “Ten million now. I charge extra for insults.” Miguel opened his mouth again, but I grabbed his arm, yanking him back. “Stop. Diego doesn't have time for this,” I whispered, leaning closer. “This isn’t about pride. It’s his life.”

“Miguel.” “Where is she?” The cartel boss slammed his fist onto the oak table, rattling glasses of water. “My daughter. Where is Elena?” Lucien tilted his head. “I don’t babysit cartel heiresses.” “Don’t play with me, Liucien.” Miguel bent over the table so that when he spoke, Lucien could smell the cigar in his breath. “I know she’s been fooling around with you in L.A, and now she’s nowhere to be found and my twenty million worth of products is nowhere to be found.”

Life is a bitch, but I can't help cursing him. "How much is Mondregal's total assets? The current net worth, I mean," I asked Audrey, murmuring, as she handed me a glass of fresh water before responding. "According to the latest report last year, the overall assets were a hundred and three billion dollars." I coughed loudly, the sound echoing throughout the room, as I tried not to spill the water I was holding. I felt my lungs scream from shock. A hundred billion assets. It wasn’t in pesos, but in dollars. If my family owns this kind of asset, then it makes sense for Alexis to risk his life. I swallowed a sigh after recovering from the shock.

And then I heard a laugh. “Oh, don’t mind her, Jim. Let’s just get down to business,” I heard Luis. “Alright. Three million dollars for her as we agreed upon.” “Yep,” Luis said.” “My client has deposited the exact amount now and I’m taking the merchandise to him. Kindly fill up this agreement to avoid unseen problem in the future,” “Alright.” I heard some scratching of pens. “There you go,” Luis said and probably looked at Brian who was holding me. “Take her to our client’s car.”

No one really cared or submitted to me. This is exactly what I need to get my child back, the Walters are going to be at my mercy, especially Janis and Stravis who used money to torment me. Now I possess 10 times of their wealth, right here in my palms I have the keys to one of the biggest empires in America. After formal greetings with everyone at the meeting table, I sat quietly while my secretary stood behind me with a notepad on his hand. "Now this is the deal Mr Luis, a total of $90 billion was evaluated from LS corporation as at last week, an average of $15 million was the shares rate given to each investor for the month" My affairs managing staff said.

It was totally understandable. "Mr. Miguel here has kept close to 1 billion dollars from the art sector alone." I exposed the truth as a loud gasp came out from the crowd. "I have always wanted to tell you all about this even before he became the CEO. Can you see the kind of person you all voted into position?"

"Edward Foster. Thirty-one years old. Born and raised in Brooklyn. Bachelor's degree in Business Administration from NYU. Currently employed as Managing Director of Marketing at Regal Enterprises." Liam's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of Regal Enterprises, but he said nothing. He gestured for Marcus to continue. "Annual salary of two hundred and seventy thousand, plus bonuses," Marcus went on. "Net worth estimated at one-point-two million. Owns a condo in Manhattan, drives a leased BMW. No outstanding debts. Credit score is excellent." Liam's expression remained unreadable. "Personal life?" "Currently single. Previously engaged to..." Marcus paused, glancing up briefly. "To Ms. Reyes

He picked up his tablet from the side of the desk and turned it on. An article immediately caught his attention: “Media Magnate, 68, Set to Marry Young Heiress in Surprise Wedding Announcement.” Without realizing it, he clicked on the headline to learn more. According to the news, the well-known media magnate, Arnulfo Fuentes, was set to marry Lilliane Olivares, the heir of the late Leandro Olivares of NexTech Solutions. Miguel was familiar with the names mentioned, except for the second one. Arnulfo Fuentes was an influential figure in the media industry, while Leandro Olivares had been one of the most respected Tech Moguls when he was alive.