Chapter 93 What I Want To Protect

ALMA

I sighed and turned to him. He was now on his feet, his hands tucked into his trousers as he took a step closer to me.

“Alma, I need you to get Luis’ phone for me,” he stated, and my brows furrowed in confusion.

“What for?”

“He is responsible for Aunt Phoebe’s death. The maid who pushed her...

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