Chapter 17

• Lucio
• “Leandro took out twenty million dollars from his bank account today.” Harold, a good friend and my secretary for four decades, informed me as he furiously strutted into my office.
• “You should have listened to me when I advised you to freeze his bank account and block Leandro's access to your wealth. He fled, and he's still using your money.” He downed a pile of papers and photographs in front. My eyes were stock-still at a woman that my grandson was captioned with.