A millionaire sat waiting for his flight when he glanced to his side… and couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Excuse me, sir… she doesn’t know what she’s doing. She’s letting go of me,” the woman said without looking at him, checking the girl as if searching for injuries.

Roberto stood, doing his best to regain composure. And when the woman finally looked up, the second blow landed, leaving him speechless.

She had Isabel’s eyes.

It wasn’t an exaggeration. They were the same honey-colored eyes with a small green fleck in the right iris. The same defiant chin. The same nose. The same way of holding her gaze, even though fear gnawed at her from within.

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