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Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

He turn to Carlos who nodded for him to start. " Uh ... Actually... First of all we would like to welcome you. We appreciate you for coming and ... Uh " " Go straight to the point " Maximo cut in curtly. He pulled his cigarettes from his lips and secure it between his two fingers. " Time isn't by anyone's side " " We need your help " Santana suddenly said. He couldn't keep on with the thought of what would happen if any delay occurs anymore " it's about Konstantin Dmitri " Upon hearing that name Maximo stop smoking. He put his cigarettes out and placed it in the receptacle container.

But the fact that someone had partnered with Santiago… someone unknown, someone powerful… it changed everything. “This new player,” Alejandro began, his voice steady but laced with fury, “who is it?” Miguel paused before answering, clearly struggling with the weight of the answer. “It’s Marcus Vega.” Alejandro’s heart skipped a beat at the name. Marcus Vega. A name that should have stayed buried in the past. Alejandro had crossed paths with him before, years ago. Vega was a ruthless businessman with ties to every dark corner of the world. He was a master manipulator, a man who played every angle, every side of the game with deadly precision.

She assured her curious mind by telling herself that maybe she had seen him at her wedding. "John! How are you my friend? You have been out of country for a month now and.....ah Selena Mario? Hey! How you doing?" Alessandro said gesturing to the couple. The next moment the girl flew into Alessandro embrace squealing like a duck " Alessandro baby! I missed you so much!" A gasp left Sabrina Lincoln's mouth as she stared at the girl in her husband embrace who stick herself like a glue to him. Her husband embrace! Alessandro was startled himself but managed to pat the woman's back slightly as he tried to back away. He glanced at his wife briefly who seemed to be calculating something far worse i

“It’s plastic, Piper. It doesn’t have shoulders.” “Still.” I clutch mine closer.“So, tell me. What’s the deal with Luna Serena’s son?” Zoe sighs, her expression darkening. “Ryder told me the whole story. It’s… complicated.” “Complicated how?” She hesitates before saying, “His name is Nicholas. He’s Elijah’s stepbrother. Luna Serena became Elijah’s father’s second chance mate after Elijah’s mom died tragically. It messed them all up—Elijah and his father grew distant, and even when Luna Serena had Nicholas, the bond between father and son didn’t really heal.”

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

Another way to make me feel small. "Daniela," I said coolly. "I didn't know you'd be here today." She smiled, all teeth and no warmth. "Carlos thought I should help, because of your... weak state." She turned to Alejandro, holding out her well-cared-for hand. "Daniela. Carlos's work helper." Alejandro shook her hand quickly. "Alejandro Vega. Building planner." "Vega?" Her eyebrow went up. "Any family connection to Sofia Vega in the foundation office?"

** SEBASTIAN I don't like him. Everything about this fucking guy—the way he talks, the way he walks, the way he looks at you when you speak. I don't like it. Alejandro Quintanilla. He's Salvador Quintanilla's nephew, so I'd be an idiot to try and fuck up this early in the game by giving him a rude welcome. "I just wanted to say congratulations on behalf of the Quintanilla family," Alejandro says to me. "We're looking forward to a prosperous future ahead for us and the Harrisons."

The uneasy truce between Capello and Sanchez hung like a cloudy storm over the organization. It was a chance to stop the bloodshed, and it's meant to be a step toward peace, and build something new. But not everyone agreed. For some, especially Alejandro, Sanchez’s son, it felt like betrayal. In Alejandro's eyes, shaking hands with a lifelong enemy like Capello was the worst kind of weakness and silly mistake.

“I am trying to help you.” I shook her head slowly. “Maybe you believe that,” I said. “But I know where I stand.” “And where is that?” he asked. “With Severiano,” I replied before I could stop myself. He laughed bitterly. “That man is a monster.” “Yes,” I said simply. “And so is Alejandro." He blinked, surprise etched on his face. “He is dangerous,” I continued. “He is ruthless, I know that.” “Then why stay? Why stick to him?"