AUTHORS POV

Beatriz did not flinch. Her voice was calm. “That is my rate for this level of detail. You can negotiate, but I won’t drop below fifty thousand.”

Franco glared at her, fingers flexing at his sides. “I could have you thrown out. Or worse.”

Beatriz’s gaze flicked to Franco, unyielding. “Then I suggest you let Mr Pedro decide.” She turned back to Pedro. “Deal, or no deal?”

Pedro’s mind raced. He was still weak, still on painkillers, but he was more than interested to know what new information beatrice had. His curiousity could not let this slip away. He reached for the bedside table drawer, rummaged for his...