The Tycoon's Secret

something invisible was pushing her to seek answers that she wasn't sure she wanted to hear. This feeling accompanied her everywhere, from breakfast to h

ars, and Clara herself rarely returned. Yet that day, the idea had imposed itself on her without warning. Maybe this place held answers

back to simpler days, when her mother's presence still brightened her daily life. But it was when she pulled out the last drawer

nized it immediately, and a wave of emotion washed over her. Her trembling fingers unfolded the envel

knew him long before you, long before he appeared in our lives as a miracle. There is a part of him that I will never understand, a shadow that he carries in si

other had known Hugo before he died, even before he became the man she had learned to accept as an authority figure. But why had she

rstand, references to secret meetings, difficult decisions, mistakes that seemed to weigh

oment. Her mother's memories now mixed with this new image of Hugo, a darker, more complex image

of her had woken up. She wandered the corridors, distra

xpression on his face. He looked at her with an intensity that made her

," he said finally, h

old his gaze, even though

," she replied, trying

ightly, closing the d

etimes digging into the past

if it was a warning or a simple remark. B

Hugo know? Had he seen her enter her mother's office? Worse still, had he

me truth she might have missed. But each word only reinforced her impression: Hugo was at the

und, he seemed to be there, in her field of vision, a silent shadow. At l

r a lot lately, haven't you?" h

trying to hide

s. It's not like I ha

ut it didn't r

ld stories. They are often mo

the room. Was it a threat? A sincere piece of advi

ht he could control her with hints or heavy looks, he was wrong. She would see this through, no matter wha