“Don’t touch her.”
The whole place fell silent.
The man was standing behind.
High.
Dressed in a simple but impeccable black suit.
His eyes were as cold as ice.
His name was Alejandro Castillo.
One of Mexico’s most discreet billionaires.
He didn’t look at anyone else.
Only the kneeling girl.
His gaze was not one of pity.
It was something deeper.
Pain.
“How much?” he asked briefly.
Ricardo changed his attitude immediately.
“Um… Mr. Castillo… it’s just that—”
“I asked. How much?”
“Four thousand pesos…”
