Isabella spent the next week absorbing every piece of information her father sent her about Russo. Her father assumed she was passing it along to Dominic, but she didn’t. Instead, she watched Dominic scramble, his anger growing as he hit dead end after dead end in his search for leads. He lashed out at everyone around him, his temper flaring, but for some reason, he kept his distance from her.
One evening, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt, Isabella decided to finally tell Dominic what she knew. She reluctantly walked to his study, her heart pounding as she reached the door. She knocked lightly before pushing it open and stepping inside.
Dominic was hunched over his desk, surrounded by photos and documents. He looked up, his frown deepening as he saw her. “Isabella, what do y……
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