Chapter 70

The taxi stopped in front of one of the city’s most luxurious hotels. The entrance lights gleamed, reflecting off the car’s paint and in Augusto’s tired eyes, which seemed to be slowly coming back to life.

He looked at the taxi driver firmly, despite his obvious fatigue.

"Wait here. I’ll be back in five minutes."

The driver nodded, still suspicious, but something in Augusto’s tone told him to trust him.

Augusto got out of the car with steadier steps now, entered the hotel lobby, and