Susan eyed Marcela seriously.
"Why?"
Marcela regarded her with a disdainful expression.
"Look, Susan, I get that you're clueless about a lot of family business stuff, but here's the deal – Sarah's family has a stake in this company. After what you did, I seriously doubt they'll be casting their votes for Franco or my son Lorenzo," she snapped with a hoarse voice. "If this partnership falls apart, it's on you, young lady," she muttered.
Susan's lips parted in surprise. She blinked, struggling to understand why Franco, knowing this, let Sarah go.
"Well, personal stuff and business shouldn't mix. If Sarah lost Franco, that's on her. She had the chance to be his wife, and she turned it down," Susan replied firmly.
Marcela snorted.
"Things don't work like that in your country," she mutte
