Revenge of the Secret Heir

Half Truth

Simon was able to breathe when Alberto Torres left the mansion without so much of a drama. He had listened to the conversation, and it irked him that Federico had to give away information like that to the likes of Torres.

But Simon also understands that Federico was simply fishing out for any reaction from the man. And as Simon saw, Torres was bothered as hell now that the painting was nowhere to be found.

A part of him wanted to laugh that he had the upper hand at this point, and he will make sure he will always have the upper hand to this game that they started.

“He left already.”

Simon nodded at Janus. “Stay here, I won’t be long,” he told him as he turned the knob of the office door.

Federico was still sitting behind the mahogany table that his father used to use before he died.

His grim expression morphed into something when Federico saw Simon.

Simon wore his black cap but he removed the mask when he entered the office.

“Salvatorre,” Federico called him out.

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