Chapter 17

Lucio

“Leandro took out twenty million dollars from his bank account today.” Harold, a good friend and my secretary for four decades, informed me as he furiously strutted into my office.

“You should have listened to me when I advised you to freeze his bank account and block Leandro's access to your wealth. He fled, and he's still using your money.” He downed a pile of papers and photographs in front. My eyes were stock-still at a woman that my grandson was captioned with.

I snagged it from the table to take a closer look. A victorious smile painted my lips once I got a confirmation.

“What is this woman's relationship to Leandro?” I queried Harold. He peered at the photograph.

“We're still running a background check on her. That gold digger should be the least of our concerns.”

“Gold-digger?”

“Sir, Leandro stole a whopping three hundred million dollars. Not only did he make a fool out of you, he's still shamelessly spending your money.” I laughed out loud, bringing bafflement to his fa