Rodrigo?
In the kitchen?
At this hour?
With the maid?
A chill slid down his spine. A dark suspicion formed instantly.
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He slowly pushed the kitchen door open—just enough to peek inside.
What he saw froze him in place.
He stood motionless.
Breath caught in his throat.
There was Rodrigo—his heir, the future of his empire.
Sitting casually on the marble kitchen counter, legs swinging slightly.
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