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Ten minutes later, the ground began to shake. Not from an earthquake, but from the synchronized landing of three black military helicopters on the mansion’s lawn. The front doors were kicked open by men in suits, followed by a man whose face was known by every world leader.
Governor Arturo turned pale, his wine glass falling and shattering just as Carla’s had. “General… what an unexpected honor…”
Silas didn’t look at the Governor. He walked straight to the floor where Carla sat. He knelt, his eyes softening as he saw the blood on her lip. “My daughter,” he whispered. “I told you that choosing a common life wouldn’t change who you are. But I will make sure they never forget who I am.”
“You called her a washerwoman’s daughter?” Silas asked, his voice like ice. “My wife was the finest woman I knew. And you… you are nothing.”
With a single wave of his hand, the General’s men stepped forward. “Arrest the Governor for corruption. Arrest the son for assault. And seize this house. By tomorrow, the name Montemayor will be erased from history.”
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