CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE – MARCO’S SUSPICIONS

Alejandro smiled broadly. "Excellent. I look forward to it, Mrs. Cesaro. And please, call me Alejandro." As Alejandro left, Marco approached Jasmine again. "You're making a mistake," he warned. Jasmine turned to face him, her expression resolute. "No, Marco. The mistake was thinking I could keep my business separate from your world. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of damage control to do." The next morning, Jasmine arrived at the Hyatt, her mind racing with questions and concerns. She found Alejandro waiting for her in the hotel's restaurant, a sleek leather portfolio on the table in front of him. "Good morning, Jasmine," Alejandro greeted her warmly. "I hope you managed to get some rest after yesterday's ordeal." Jasmine offered a tired smile as she sat down. "Not much, I'm afraid. There's been a lot to deal with." A waiter approached, and Alejandro ordered coffee for both of them before turning his attention back to Jasmine. "I can only imagine," he said sympathetically