Although Courtney wanted to keep Antonio a secret, the issue with Hinata had already exposed his existence. The airport was buzzing with crowds, most of them the media, swarming in hopes of catching a glimpse of the famous Montero heir rumored to be returning after years of being presumed dead. Fan girls were there to welcome him, crying in excitement and holding up a cardboard paper with their notes written on it. However, the security around Antonio and Courtney was airtight. He moved through the crowd in a facemask and hoodie, concealing his identity as per Courtney's plan. A convoy of black cars waited outside, each guarded by loyal guards of the Montero family who had stayed faithful to their legacy. These men, now serving under Courtney, as their heiress, have been devoted and protective over the years since Antonio's disappearance. And refuse to submit to Damon. They made sure his departure from the airport to Courtney's family estate was safe. The drive to Courtney's family estate was tense but quiet. Courtney was filled with panic going through the trending news about Antonio. Those blogs give more and more information about him, and that puts him at a disadvantage against Damon. Meanwhile, Antonio had his mind filled with worry about Hinata. He hasn't received any call from the Mafia lord since the first one. He couldn't stop thinking about it. If she is safe. If they did anything bad to her? As they arrived, the large iron gates of the estate swung open, revealing the grand estate beyond. The securities at the gates immediately dropped to their knees and heads bowed. “Welcome back young master Antonio!” Antonio was looking as awkward as ever. There are about twenty men. Armed with weapons yet they are this loyal? The convoy moved in, and the house staff rushed out to greet them. Maids and butlers lined the entrance, bowing as Antonio and Courtney stepped out of the car. “Welcome back young master Antonio! And lady Courtney!” Courtney smiled and waved at them. Antonio was stunned at how many servants Courtney had under her in this modern era. “Say something to them”. Courtney whispered to Antonio. Unlike his cold and Anxiety ruled personality in the past, Antonio nodded at them with gratitude, a simple “thank you” leaving his lips. Courtney watched the shocked expressions on the faces of the servants and couldn't hide her amusement. “You can go back to your duties now”. Courtney said to them. The maids bowed and quickly moved to carry their luggage inside, while the two cousins made their way through the hallway. “This is also Montero's?” “No actually, the Bills. My father Bill Jacob was married to my mother Rosa MONTERO, your father's little sister. They are both late”. “Sorry about that”. Antonio said slowly. Courtney smiled at him and sighed, “You know… I… I like this new you… It gives me back the cousin I knew as a child, the only problem here is your memory loss”. Antonio didn't say anything, he walked in silence and only paused at the sight of a large, ornate portrait of his grandmother hanging in the corridor. He stopped at the spot, staring at her motherly smile, she was carrying baby Courtney Suddenly, tears began to well up in his eyes, slowly trickling down his cheeks. He stood there, motionless, confused by his own reaction. “You had the exact baby and Grandma portrait in the Montero…” She paused, seeing a drop of tears glistening on his cheek. “Do you remember anything, Antonio?” She asked gently, her eyes searching his face intently, hoping for a positive answer. Antonio blinked and wiped away the tears quickly, shaking his head. “No,” he replied, his voice hoarse. “I don’t know why I’m crying… It just… happened.” He said embarrassed. Courtney watched him closely, a flicker of suspicion crossing her mind, but she didn’t question him further She wasn’t sure if he was suppressing his memories or if something deep within him was stirring, but either way, she knew she had to give him space. “Let’s go to your old room,” she suggested, offering him a comforting smile. “It’s been preserved just for you. When you are you, you always visit with your parents so that room was the room my mother, your aunt kept for you. Maybe being there will help.” Antonio nodded, still feeling embarrassed by her seeing him in tears.