A few days later, Lorenzo and Catherine settled in a remote town.
To remain undetected, they had each changed their identities and even made subtle adjustments to their appearances.
In the rearview mirror, Catherine glanced at her hair, now dyed light brown, and felt a bit uncomfortable.
But she understood that all of this was necessary.
Lorenzo's car smoothly drove deeper into the town, eventually stopping in front of a quiet two-story villa.
The house was surrounded by greenery, with long, cascading tendrils of ivy hanging from the windowsill, giving it a vibrant, lively feel.
"This is one of my private properties. Very few people know about it," Lorenzo said as he opened the car door and stepped out first.
Catherine followed him, looking around. The house wasn't particularly luxu
