“There’s very little gossip about her and even that, I suspect, is mostly rumor. Several people have said that she married three times for money and, in each marriage, the husband died. Left her a fortune. Three fortunes! That’s how she was able to buy her way into the business world. She’s reputed to have a remarkable talent for turning money into more money. Some say—like one of those amorous insects which destroy their mates after copulation—Amadoro killed all her husbands.”
“Killed them?”
Alain chuckled. “Wore them out sexually, so they were too exhausted to swim, ski, or test a racing car. That’s how they died. By water, earth, and fire. While Lyli piped her magical flute. According to this legend, she killed them with excessive pleasure. Which must be a rather cozy way to die.”
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