At that moment, Raymond's eyes darkened further, his expression now calm—but not the kind of calm that brings peace. It was the calm before something catastrophic. The kind of stillness that comes right before the storm unleashes its fury.
He turned fully to Benjamin, stepping closer again, but this time without violence. His voice was low, controlled, but laced with raw authority. "Tell me everything about Cecilia."
Benjamin straightened instinctively, his body tense, every nerve alert.
"I want details," Raymond continued coldly. "Not guesses. Not vague observations. I want to know where she's been going. Who she talks to. What her routines are. What she's said about Valentina—every single word. I want to know if she ever disappears without a trace. I want to know if she ever lies about her whereabouts, if she meets with anyone in secret. If she's been watching Valentina more than usual. Everything."
