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That morning, the clock showed 7:00 a.m. The air around the De Santos Mansion was still fresh, a thin fog lingering in the garden. But a luxury car had already stopped right in front of the main door.

Qiara stepped out of the car with a wide smile. In her hands was a neatly wrapped food container.

“This early in the morning, he probably hasn’t had breakfast,” she murmured softly as she walked in.

As the butler opened the door, Qiara made her way straight to the living room. As if the place was already familiar to her. And right on cue, Leon appeared from the stairs, already dressed...