CHAPTER 27
The sun had set when Louis stepped into his small home. The cool night air wasn’t enough to calm his mind, still preoccupied with the mysterious message Cleopatra had received at the office earlier. Who had sent it?
Theodore? That was possible. The man always had cunning ways to destroy Cleopatra.
Or… someone from her past?
Cleopatra might appear strong, but Louis knew something had shaken her today. Her usual sharp gaze had flickered for a moment—as if there was a trace of fear she couldn’t hide.
Louis removed his jacket and hung it on the rickety wooden chair in the living room. His mother, Linda Toreto, was already waiting for him at their small dining table, serving a simple meal of rice and soup.
"You finally came home," she said, watching him closely.
Louis sat acro
