Chapter 7
Chapter 7: The Fateful Broadcast
Friday morning, I returned the perfectly repaired sports car to the mansion's garage. Mauricio ran downstairs in his silk pajamas. He ran his hands over the bumper, letting out a massive sigh of relief.
"You did good, Mateo. Real good," he grinned, slapping my shoulder. "Keep your mouth shut and you'll be well taken care of."
"I understand, sir. Your secret is buried," I replied, my eyes sharp as daggers, though he was too relieved to notice.
At two in the afternoon, I was sitting in the kitchen when a breaking news alert blared from Rosa's old TV.
"...Ladies and gentlemen, we have just received exclusive images. The vehicle involved in yesterday's hit-and-run has been identified. The characteristics perfectly match the car owned by Mauricio de la Vega, the heir of one of San Pedro's wealthiest families. Public outrage is intensifying..."
Rosa dropped her wooden ladle onto the floor, covering her mouth in horror. "Sweet Mother of God... Mateo... it's the young master. He killed someone..."
From upstairs, the thundering sound of footsteps echoed. Mauricio sprinted down, his face twisted in absolute panic. He had his phone pressed to his ear, screaming like a madman.
"Dad! You have to do something! The journalists have pictures of my car! I don't know how! Save me Dad, I don't want to go to prison! Pay the prosecutor! Pay them whatever they want!"
He hurled an antique vase to the floor, shattering it. Then, he glared at Rosa and me.
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"You two! If the police come asking, I was home all day yesterday, do you hear me?! Keep your mouths shut or I will kill your whole families!"
I lowered my head, playing the role of the terrified servant flawlessly. But deep inside, I was smiling. The noose was around their necks, and they were thrashing around, pulling it tighter themselves.
