Chapter 311 “Congratulations, Cárcel.” “Your Highness.” Smiling, Oscar Valenza offered him a glass, and Cárcel accepted it with his usual formality. For the briefest moment, his gaze, cool as ice, tracked Alicia as she passed behind Oscar. The face that beamed broadly at some señora still carried a guileless light. He glanced, as if casually, in the direction Alicia had...
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