“Here he is.” Tristan threw the black folder at him, which made him hiss in displeasure, but he still took the folder and opened it quickly without asking much. “It's a shocking truth, she was such a slut.”
Theodore's men didn't say names or go into specifics, but his mind naturally fell on Giuliana. In addition, his subordinates were also very predictable, seeing the thick disgust in his voice.
But it turns out that it was just a portrait of a golden-haired man he didn't know.
Golden hair? He feels something familiar with it.
“Who is this?”
His brow furrowed even more as he found at least five to seven portraits of the man along with the woman with long black hair with her back to the camera. Then, when he turned it around, his blue eyes could see the woman he knew so well — Giuliana
