Her hands were still clutching the notary’s papers when Vicente, her own brother-in-law, burst into laughter that echoed throughout the office.
“Oh, Elena,” the man said, adjusting the buckle of his silver belt, not caring that the office was full of the mayor of San Marcos’s men. “My little brother left you 12 hectares of pure rock and dust in the …
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