Mariana bent down to pick up the bills.

Not because he needed them, but because he didn't want them to stain the immaculate marble.

She placed them carefully on the edge of the basket and said calmly:

“You should keep them. That money… you’ll need it.”

Alejandro remained still for a second.

There was no resentment in his tone.

And there was no plea.

That calm… disturbed him more than any rebuke.

“Are you still acting so presumptuous?” Alejandro growled, turning to Camila. “See? Poor thing, but so proud.”

Camila let out a mocking laugh and clung tighter to Alejandro's arm, eyeing Mariana with contempt.

At that moment, a group of men in black suits entered the lobby.
At the head was a gray-haired man with an imposing appearance and a dignified gaze, followed by executives and a team of journalists.

The mall manager bowed deeply:

"Ms. Mariana, everything is ready. The presentation will begin in three minutes."

The entire hall fell silent.

Alejandro turned pale.

“Mrs. Mariana?” His voice was strangled, as if someone were squeezing his throat.

Mariana nodded slightly.
She placed the cloth on the cleaning cart.
She calmly removed her gloves.

An assistant immediately approached and placed an elegant white blazer over her shoulders.

Within seconds, the cleaner was gone.

Now another woman stood before Alejandro:

Her hair was loose, her posture straight, her gaze deep and cold.

The gray-haired man stepped forward and announced in a clear voice:

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