She handed me this brown envelope. I took it from her hand while I was furrowing. I'm not sure why I've come to this place to speak with this woman.
"See it yourself, Mr. Rocha," Tharina said confidently. I shook my head. I had never asked my family if I was related to the Montinelli family since Tharina started calling me.
I don't believe that we're related, and I couldn't see any reason to tell this to my family. There is no evidence that I am also a Montinelli. But now, I hope that this brown envelope that Tharina handed me was nonsense.
Again.
I don't want to be part of Montinelli. I know that Tharina was a blood-sucker b***h again since I have made a background check, and she was always sticking to any billionaire out there. I am not sure if it's true— that's she's a blood-suck
