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er end of the table, Victor Moreau seemed lost in thought, a dark and worried expression frozen on his face. He hadn'

hers. "Lena, there is something I would like to talk t

their meeting the day before, she had never stopped thinking about this imposing figure

ce low and measured. "And I want you to understand: this man is not a r

me why you deal with him if you don't trust h

luxury of refusing. Gabriel Beaumont has significant shares in certain projects which, unfortunately, aff

g was black and white. However, the insistent way in which her father warned her against Gabriel awakened in her a thirst fo

you to get involved in this matter. Gabriel has nothing good to bring you. He hides behind his s

d. "Dad, you talk about him like he's

, at least not officially. But he has aggressive methods, and he wil

as trying to protect her, but she didn't like this way of keeping her in ignorance, as if she were incapable of understandin

ook like the image his father tried to give him. This mystery, these imp

t returning to Gabriel. His words, his look, the confidence with which he had occ

er phone vibrated. She grabbed it mechanically and opened the message she had just r

I would like to have the opportunity to talk more calmly with you, i

message several times, wondering if she should accept. Her father had specifically asked he

t she knew it wouldn't be wise to tell her father. Gabriel wanted to see her again

ertain feverishness: * "Very well, t

ral times, wondering why she attached so much importance to this meeting. Fi

r heart racing, and took a seat at a table near the window. She watched the people passing by, trying to calm herself, to r

mile that aroused in her a mixture of suspicion and fascination. He sat down acro

," he said in a soft voice. "I was afraid yo

gued. "You know my father do

spect it. Your father and I... let

on his. "My father told me to be wary of you

. Men like your father often perceive me this way. They are used to dominatin

with this. "But why are you here, on our land? What

confide. "Léna, there are many things you don't know about your family's pa

n and anxiety pass through

omplex than it seems. And that certain secrets, cert

he would have imagined. She didn't know if she could trus

if he wanted to warn her, but at the same time keep her at a distance. She understood that he was confronting h

why should I believe you?

have no reason to trust me, Lena. But if you want to understand what's going

ion and this curious fascination for this man who seeme