The police escorted Cassiano toward the door.
Just before he crossed the threshold, he grabbed the doorframe.
The two officers pulled hard, but he clung to it as if he had taken root.
He twisted around and looked across the wide conference room at me.
"Sylvia!" he shouted.
"I'll give you every share I have. I'll give you my life! Please save me. I don't want to go to prison! If you sign a non-prosecution statement saying you gave me that money willingly, the charges can be dropped!"
At last, he had said the real reason he had come to Bellmont.
He hadn't come to win back my love.
He had come to save himself.
He was trying to exploit what little mercy he hoped I still had to escape the law.
I stood behind the desk and looked at the ugly desperation twisting his face.
"Cassiano, do
