“No one,” I replied.

“Stop joking,” Doña Teresa snapped. “You could never afford this.”

At that moment, my assistant approached.

“Ms. Varela, the transfer documents are ready. The Cortés Group board also requested a call before Monday’s announcement.”

Rodrigo froze.

“What board?”

I placed the folder on the table.

“Your family company.”

Silence fell.

“For two years,” I continued, “your business survived because of an anonymous investor—someone who paid debts, saved contracts, and prevented the bank from taking everything.”

Rodrigo stepped forward slowly.

“…Was it you?”

The terrace screen lit up, showing a video call with lawyers waiting.

Doña Teresa whispered, shaken:

“Tell me this isn’t real…”

I looked at them steadily