SALVADOR'S POV:
I marched up to her, fury boiling inside me. "Your father begged me to come here. I was never ready for any of this. Congrats to you on your house and your life. I'm leaving."
With that, I stormed out of her room, my heart racing with frustration. I approached one of my men, my voice firm. "Pack my things and call me when you're done. I'll let you know my location."
As I walked away, I switched on the tracker on my phone, my gaze narrowing as I noticed Suzana's location nearby. Determination surged within me; I wouldn't let her slip away so easily.
I followed the GPS signal until it led me to a quaint café. Pushing open the door, I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. Suzana was behind the counter, wearing a uniform that seemed to fit her well, although the forced smile on her face didn't hide her tension.
