Chapter 17: Lucio

　　“Leandro took out twenty million dollars from his bank account today.” Harold, a good friend and my secretary for four decades, informed me as he furiously strutted into my office. 　　“You should have listened to me when I advised you to freeze his bank account and block Leandro's access to your wealth. He fled, and he's still using your money.” He downed a pile of papers and photographs in front. My eyes were stock-still at a woman that my grandson was captioned with. 　　I snagged it from the table to take a closer look. A victorious smile painted my lips once I got a confirmation. 　　“What is this woman's relationship to Leandro?” I queried Harold. He peered at the photograph. 　　“We're still running a background check on her. That gold digger should be the least of our concerns.” 　　“Gold-digger?” 　　“Sir, Leandro stole a whopping three hundred million dollars. Not only did he make a fool out of you, he's still shamelessly spending your money.” I laughed out loud, bringing bafflement to