Chapter 67

That morning the sky was gray. A fine drizzle fell over the De Santos mansion grounds, giving off the faint scent of wet earth. Leon stood in front of the large window of his study, looking out with a flat expression. Steam rose from the black coffee in his cup. Without turning, he said softly but firmly, “Find out about a man named Dirly. I want a full report. Who he is, what he does, and why he dares to approach Giselle.”

“All right, Mr. Leon,” answered one of his men who stood before the desk, a man in a black shirt with a very polite demeanour. Leon...