His thoughts quickly shifted to a recent memory, one that now felt even more dangerous in light of this revelation. The night he had slipped into Diego's house to meet Esmeralda. That brief but risky rendezvous replayed in his mind, and a sense of urgency crept over him. He needed to be certain that his presence had gone undetected. He looked sharply at his bodyguard, his voice low and tense.
“When I went to see Esme,” he began, “you assured me that I wasn’t followed and that the house was secure.” He paused, his tone carrying the weight of his expectations. “I need to know, without a doubt, that Diego wasn’t aware of my presence there.”
The bodyguard straightened, his expression serious as he responded. “Sir, I did a thorough check of the house and the surrounding area. I’m certain Dieg
