Mark slid a folded piece of paper across the table toward Caesar, his expression unreadable. Caesar hesitated before picking it up, unfolding it slowly. His eyes scanned the document, and his blood ran cold. It was a death certificate. The name on the paper made his heart stop—Amara Clark.
Caesar froze in shock, his mind reeling. How could this be? Amara was upstairs in the mansion, resting in the bedroom where he had brought her, alive. Yet, here in his hands was proof that she was supposedly dead. His breath caught in his throat, and the room seemed to tilt for a moment.
Mark, noticing Caesar’s reaction, gave a small, almost relieved smile. "Thank God Amara Clark died, and her alleged involvement with the mafia g**g cleared your name today," he said, his voice calm but laced with a sen
