The Tycoon's Secret

the slightest sounds. Clara, however, feels neither tiredness nor peace. Something irresistible calls her. The deserted corridors become a labyrinth in

he advances, silently, one hand brushing the walls to guide her. Each door she comes across is a temptation. Open or move on? But only

slows down, her breath shortens. The office door is ajar, a crack barely enough to see

he calm, collected voice she knows. There is an urgency, a palpable tension that pins her to the spot. H

t won't just be my head.

ignore. She moves a little closer, daring to peek inside. No one. Just Hugo, alon

dim light. The voice of the other interlocutor is distorted, almost in

buried forever. Make sure

Clara, paralyzed, hesitates to run away. But as she steps back, h

s no use. Hugo's heavy footsteps come closer. Clara, unable to think, enters the next

o stands still for a few moments, as if probing the air around him, b

d, revealing an empty space behind it. Adrenaline takes over her fear, and she approaches. By pressing o

ut curiosity, the same force that brought her here, wins out once more. She ventur

ss, but at the end, a flickering light can be seen. She advances wi

hidden room, filled with documents, paintings, sealed chests. A kind of sanctuary for sec

s old, but the image is clear. Clara feels a shiver run down her spine. So they knew each other wel

e knows. Time seems to stop. Clara, panicked, looks for a way out, but it i

ome here," he said, h

ak. Everything in her gaze expresses conta

you can no longer pretend to b

courage, defying

exactly, Hugo? What ar

s posture imposing, but

ng. And what you have yet to disc

lways known as her stepfather is a stranger. A stranger with a power she do