Chapter 24

The morning sun was soft, casting a glow over the Alberto mansion’s garden. Fiona was crouched low, her hands carefully trimming the overgrown edges of the flowerbed.

The vibrant flowers swayed gently in the breeze as she worked, humming softly to herself. Her focus was sharp, making sure not to cut off the wrong stems.

Just then, Martins strolled out from the side of the house, his usual easygoing stride carrying him toward her. He noticed how absorbed she was in her task and smirked slightly. “Still at it, Fiona?” he called out.

She glanced up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and narrowed her eyes....