“Vania, what’s going on with you lately? You’ve been staying up so late.”

Claudine—the elderly housekeeper who had become like family in Revaldo’s villa—handed Vania a cup of warm tea.

“Your eyes are swollen. You haven’t been sleeping, have you?”

Vania gave a faint smile and shook her head. “I just… can’t sleep.”

She glanced at her laptop screen before closing it. It was three in the morning, and her mind was still racing—filled with questions, filled with ...