—When the money from Capital Norte enters —Rodrigo said—, we move the good assets to the agencies. We leave Grupo Aranda with debt, Mariana signs the divorce financially suffocated and we leave clean.
Valeria laughed.
—And Lomas’ house will also be ours.
—Everything will be ours —he replied.
Mariana didn’t cry.
Not there.
At 10 p.m., in a private restaurant in Polanco, he met with Arturo Beltrán, his father’s historical lawyer and honorary advisor of the company. He showed him the recording, account statements, invoices and evidence of the assault.
Arturo listened to everything without blinking. In the end, he closed the folder with a force that made the glasses vibrate.
—That man didn’t just betray your marriage, Mariana. He tried to bury Ernesto’s work alive.
—Then we’re going to dig it up —she said.
They agreed to call an extraordinary session of the Council at 8:00 in the morning. Clara would send the summons. Arturo would ask for precautionary measures. Mariana would present the evidence in person.
