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While Vadim had evidence against me, Viktor had none so I didn’t owe him life. Once he didn’t tell me what I wanted to hear, I had killed him. Viktor was Vadim’s right-hand man and his closest friend. They were always joined to the hip and as far as I knew they knew each other since they were in high school. “I guess you are more important than his mother then. Wow, I would love to be more important than someone’s parent.” I said. Vadim’s mind was racing and his palms were sweating. He didn’t know what I knew and I could see it was killing him.

Vittos chimes in. Inside, my friend has no idea about my intentions with Vanna. I don't want to talk to him, I don't want our friendship to be tainted. Vittos is different from the other children of Doña Virginia and Don Bart Shaw. He can understand such situations, defend what is right, and correct what is wrong. Peruvian, on the side, laughs while holding his phone. "Fuck yes!" He grins, amused by whatever he's seeing. "What's with you now, Fuego? Masturbating again?" Vittos jokes at Peruvian. He just rolls his eyes and shows his phone.

If Diego knew something, I would ask him myself. –- The following morning, I found Diego in his office. "Can I ask you something?" He looked up. "Of course." "Do you know Adrian Vale?" His expression changed. Only slightly. But I noticed. "Why?" "That's not an answer." He leaned back. "Yes." My stomach tightened. "How well?" "I knew of him." "Did you ever work with him?" "No." "Then why does his name keep appearing in these records?" "Because he was involved with the Foundation before my time."

“How do you know about Felipe?” He smiled, “I thought I could get your attention. I'm a pro, Miss Ruiz, and I've dug up whatever I can find about Doretti Raymond. What I've found so far is extremely ominous. Through his old connections and the instructions of people in Mexico, it didn't take long to find Felipe. From what I see, he is quite… eccentric.” Eccentric isn't exactly the word I would use. “Wait…if you already know where he is, why don't you…”

If you do not want me to expose you and your terrible actions then, stop what you're doing before it's too late and next time, don't ever try to offer me money as a means to silence me. I read the message and I confirmed that this person knew who I was and the person who probably was closer than I expected. I was trying to think of who could know Alejandro and me and was also aware of our relationship but I didn't have that many friends that knew who Alejandro was, so I couldn't think of anyone from my end. I also didn't know that many of Alejandro's friends and they also didn't know who I was, except, Kelvin, who was the only friend of Alejandro's that I've ever had any sort of interaction

"We've found something." I grab it, flipping it open. Inside, a personnel file. Military history. Private security contracts. "Vincent Reyes." Rivera taps the photo of a hard-faced man with military-short hair. "Ex-special forces. Currently employed by a private security firm that caters to high-net-worth individuals. His last client is a Claudia Romanov who we believed has history with Marco Valdez.” "And?" "He resigned without notice the day after your wife's plane went down," Calloway says. "Closed his bank accounts. Disconnected his phone. He’s gone off the grid."

"Kyra, what's going on?" Kyra chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. "Someone died in the news—someone she knows—and it got to her. " "Damn, babe," the sympathy in those eyes was genuine, just too genuine, "How close?" Squinting at him, the words refused to leave my lips. Was I mistaken? Kyra came to my aid, "Vittoriano Vaviotti." There was silence, ears-numbing silence, that consisted of me looking into his eyes to find a reaction that didn't fit and catch the sly bastard red-handed.

someone called out to me and I recognized the voice immediately. It was Victor. And he was one of the people I had known for years. He wasn't working directly with me but I trusted him so much when it came to business. “What's going on?” I asked. I could see the serious expression on his face. I just knew something was up. “You need to be careful at that conference,” he said. I raised my eyebrows at him. “What do you mean? I mean why are you saying that?” I questioned. “There are actually rumours.”

So he took this chance to plant someone directly at the Freegal, while the higher ups in that organization are distracted to invest in their company. “I knew your father, Theodore Musni. I met him before and we had a chat. Aren’t you curious about what else I know about him?” Heinrich muttered as he typed those words on the message board. He wasn’t exactly sure if this woman would bite this bait. Nonetheless, the same smile etched on his face upon hitting the send button.

"That's one word for it. Terrifying is another." "No, I mean—" Alfonso tapped the documents. "Vael's operation has the feeling of someone who knows you personally. Someone who understands how you think. How you operate. How you make decisions. Someone close." "I don't have anyone close," "Everyone has someone close." "Not me," I said. "I had Donatella but that ended when I disappeared. I have employees but those are professional relationships. I have board members but clearly I shouldn't trust them. So no, I don't have anyone close."