“No, thank you.” Boemant glanced between the senator and his grandson and wasn’t impressed. They looked alike, with similar expensive haircuts, same cold and calculating brown eyes, same brown skin, though Sergio’s was a shade lighter. The only difference was where Senator Armando wore a suit — no jacket—his grandson was dressed more casually in jeans and a polo shirt.
“First, my employer would like to inquire for the reason behind the broken engagement,” he said to Sergio. “We understood Carolina Montenegro was the one to break it up?”
Sergio gave a shrug, conveying indifference. But the deepening hue of his cheeks and the way his fist clenched said another story. “Her loss.”
“I bet her rejection stung. How embarrassed are you that she broke the engagement?”
Anger flashed in Sergio’s
