Sevano sat in his grand study, with a neatly arranged stack of documents on the table. In his hand, he held a biodata file that had been investigated by Elors. His eyes scanned every detail in it carefully.
"Ramona," he muttered quietly. Elors stood beside him with a respectful attitude, waiting for further orders.
"So it's about him," Sevano said, putting down the bundle and folding his hands in front of his chest. "A prominent designer in Los Angeles, has a son, and has never been recorded as having a marriage."
Elors nodded, then added, "However, there was a news that was horrifying in Los Angeles some time ago. A reporter asked about his son's biological father, and a man suddenly admitted that he was the father of the child in front of the media. He said they deliberately hid their
