Chapter 80 The Unmasking
- Hours later, Marco sat slumped on the cold floor of Serena’s condo, a half-empty bottle of scotch dangling loosely in one hand. His eyes, bloodshot and tired, stared blankly at the scattered documents he had gone over for the hundredth time. The weight of betrayal pressed down on him like a crushing wave
- How could this be real?
- But after much ponder, he knew what to do.