Rafael got confirmation from Mason, who had placed his men to quietly follow Fiona. When they reported back that she had gone to see Lorenzo, Rafael didn’t react with anger, he simply laughed. It wasn’t a laugh of amusement, but one of bitter satisfaction. He had suspected her, and now he knew.
Earlier that day, he had returned to his house and dropped Celia off so she could spend some time with her kid brother. He didn’t tell her where he was going, he wanted her to have peace, to stay away from the mess he was trying to clean up.
Afterward, he drove straight to the golf club where Mason was already waiting, ready with the update. Now that Fiona’s betrayal was confirmed, Rafael knew it was no longer about suspicion. It was about strategy.
“It’s a shame I suspected Celia,” Mason said re
