Eleanor stepped out of the Carlos Group’s headquarters, her pace unhurried, but her mind in turmoil.
Alone now, she made her way toward the location Robert had designated.
Why had he taken Leo?
Why now?
A single, chilling possibility crept into her thoughts like a wisp of smoke.
It had to be Leo’s appearance.
Even in his youthful softness, Leo’s features bore an undeniable resemblance to Robert—so much so, it was as if the boy had been sculpted from the same marble.
Robert was not a man prone to letting details escape him. Meticulous and sharp-eyed, he would’ve noticed it instantly.
And if he had...
Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. A flicker of anxiety darkened her expression.
Would Robert dig deeper?
Would he uncover the truth hidden within Leo?
Her thoughts spiraled—knotted and tangled like a skein of thread unraveling too quickly.