Chapter 254
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“Thiago, just listen to this. Your mother was pathetic. She put up with her husband’s cheating and said nothing,” Harlan sneered. “Want me to keep reading? Maybe then you’ll really understand what kind of woman your mother was.”
Thiago’s face darkened, his eyes burning with fury. He couldn’t comprehend it. In his mind, his mother should have despised Roberto, sought revenge, and made him suffer.
But she hadn’t. She endured the pain silently. Why?
“Give me the diary,” he demanded firmly.
Harlan laughed mockingly. “Give it to you? Sure. You know that abandoned sports field near the old school? The one close to our house? Meet me there tonight at ten. Bring Brenna with you. And don’t even think about calling the cops.”
Thiago knew it was a trap. If it were only about him, he wouldn’t hesitate to go. But dragging Brenna into this danger was out of the question.
A tense silence followed.
Sensing Thiago’s hesitation, Harlan sneered, fully confident Thiago wouldn’t bring Brenna. “If either of you fails to show up, I’ll destroy the diary, the necklace, and the bracelet.”
Thiago’s anger flared as he clenched his jaw. “You wouldn’t dare!”
Suddenly, the harsh sound of papers ripping crackled through the phone.
“You think I won’t? Say something stupid, and I’ll tear the entire diary apart and throw it in the fire. It’s not my mother’s, so I don’t give a damn,” Harlan spat.
His voice grew menacing. “If you want your mother’s things, you’ll do exactly as I say.”
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With that, he ended the call and rushed to the door. Before he could leave, voices drifted from the yard. Through the glass, he spotted officials from the district attorney’s office. Panic surged through him, and he bolted for the back exit.
Though he couldn’t catch every word, snippets reached him: “Roberto said there’s still a stash of gold bars in his bedroom. Didn’t we already search? We didn’t find any gold bars…”
Harlan didn’t wait to hear more. His instincts screamed at him to run. Even if they hadn’t uncovered his crimes yet, he couldn’t risk being caught.
He thought back to all the shady dealings he and Brandon had been involved in. A cold sweat broke out on his back. If Brandon cracked under pressure, he might reveal everything to save himself.
Just then, a bus came into view. Harlan quickly turned away. No way was he getting on public transport now.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, he finally reached the abandoned sports field near his old school. He paced across the cracked pavement and scanned the surroundings for surveillance cameras.
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