Heitor Bianchi

挨拶

The icy wind of that autumn night cut across Mariah Menezes' face as she walked toward her car, parked in the underground garage of the luxury restaurant. All she wanted was to get home, take off her high heels, and forget the exhausting business dinner she had just endured. As the daughter of one of the most powerful—and dangerous—men in the city's real estate sector and underworld, Mariah was used to constant tension.