"I've been looking into Arianna's mother as you asked me to but I swear to God that woman's information is even more confidential than the president of this country." Adele handed the papers she had managed to gather for him.
They were currently in his office to hold the meeting without the chance of someone spying on them.
Marcel took the documents going through the information with his face scrunched in concentration.
"Natalie Valeria," He tasted the name on his lips and for some reason, it sounded familiar as if he had heard it somewhere.
If Natalie had truly been friends with his mother, then it made perfect sense that he must have heard her say it or even read it somewhere. His mother was good at keeping journals and letters. If he went back to their old house, Marcel bet he was going to find some stuff.
