Chapter 5

• The poor guy sighed, shoulders slumping, and gave the untouched plate one last longing glance. He didn’t say anything further. He just stood up and followed Alejandro like a loyal shadow, knowing very well that when Alejandro was in this mood, food, peace, or sense didn’t matter.
• Meanwhile, behind the heavy wooden doors of his room, Mr. Santiago was pacing like a lion trapped in a cage. His face was flushed, his nostrils flared, and the veins in his neck stood out like ropes. Rage was boiling in him—the kind that only a defiant son could stir.
• With trembling fingers, he snatched his phone off the polished desk, stabbing at the screen until the call connected.