CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO – THE EVIL DON

The day of the party arrived. Jasmine and Antonio dressed to impress, playing the part of eager partygoers. They took a taxi to the outskirts of the city, where Miguel was waiting to escort them to the hacienda. As they approached the sprawling estate, Jasmine couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and anticipation. The grounds were crawling with security, and she could see cameras everywhere. Miguel led them inside, where the party was in full swing. The opulence was staggering – crystal chandeliers, priceless art, and guests dripping in jewels. "Stay close," Antonio murmured as they moved through the crowd. They mingled, sipping champagne and making small talk, all while keeping their eyes and ears open for any useful information. After an hour, Jasmine spotted their target. Don Ricardo Alvarez was holding court in a corner of the room, surrounded by sycophants and bodyguards. She nudged Antonio. "There he is. We need to get closer." Before Antonio could respond, Miguel appea