Ivan’s POV:

Mario stopped the car in front of some two-storey house, and we both got out of the car. The paparazzi were well-handled by my bodyguards as we both stepped onto the porch of that house. I pressed the bell, seeing that the door was locked from the inside. A young-aged girl who looked around 25 opened the door, and there was no way she was that old man’s daughter as she was Black.

Mario showed her that old man’s photo, and she just nodded her head. None of us ...