The maid straightened the master’s tie and whispered a chilling warning—but what she said about the driver changed everything he thought he knew.

live.”

Esteban moved toward the window.

Below, the bodyguards were loading Tomás into a van.

“Neither of us has that luxury anymore.”

“What does that mean?”

“Montenegro already knows someone warned me. And if he has your photograph, he also knows where you came from.”

Mariana shook her head.

“No. Not again.”

“Listen carefully,” Esteban said. “In my house, continue reading …