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He read the message.

His face changed immediately.

All traces of calm vanished.

“What is it?” Valeria asked.

Alejandro lifted his gaze slowly.

His voice dropped.

“Valeria… someone asked about you before we even landed.”

For the first time since stepping onto that plane, Valeria felt as if the ground had disappeared beneath her.

The aircraft had barely touched the runway when her heart began pounding so loudly that she could hardly hear the engines.

“Who asked about me?” she whispered, holding Sofia closer.

Alejandro slipped his phone back inside his jacket and stayed silent for a moment.

He was not the kind of man who answered carelessly.

When he finally spoke, his tone was steady.

“One of my security men checked the cameras in the arrivals area. There’s a man showing your picture to airport employees.”

Valeria felt the color drain from her face.

“What does he look like?”

Alejandro watched her carefully.

“Gray suit. Expensive watch. Around forty.”

She closed her eyes.

She did not need any more details.

“It’s Rodrigo…”

Alejandro’s expression darkened.

“Your ex-husband?”

She nodded.

“How did he know you were coming here?”

Valeria remembered the goodbye message she had sent an old friend the night before.

Don’t worry. I’m flying to Mexico City tomorrow.

She had never imagined that friend was still talking to Rodrigo.

“Someone told him…”

The plane door opened, and passengers began standing up, impatient to leave.

Alejandro lifted one hand in front of her.

“Stay seated.”

“But—”

“Trust me.”

So she stayed.

For almost five minutes, the other passengers filed out until the cabin was nearly empty.

Then three men in dark suits entered, each wearing a discreet earpiece.

The first walked straight to Alejandro.

“Mr. Montenegro.”

“Status?”

“Confirmed.”

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