for a moment julia could not anything wxcept his own heartbeat

envelope. “Twenty years ago, my father changed the Montemayor trust. If I died without a living child, everything went to Esteban’s branch of the family. The land, the company shares, the hotels, the farms, the old accounts. All of it. But if my son lived and could be identified before my sixty-first birthday, the inheritance passed to him.”

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