Vittorio D'Angelo waited in the main hall. His expensive suit had not a wrinkle, his silver hair combed perfectly. He smiled when he saw Matteo.
"Ah, my boy. Forgive the late visit."
Isabella froze, her body trembling as Matteo's hand tightened on her waist.
"Wait in my office," he whispered to her. "Don't argue."
She wanted to protest but nodded instead. As she walked past Vittorio, his eyes followed her as a small smirk formed on his lips.
"Pretty little thing," he commented. "Your new assistant is gorgeous"
Matteo's face revealed nothing. "What do you want, Vittorio?"
Isabella hurried down the hall, her heart pounding. She slipped into Matteo's office but left the door cracked open as Voices from the hall drifted in.
"There are rumors," Vittorio said. "Someone related to Antonio Moretti has resurfaced."
"Is that so?" Matteo's voice remained calm.
"If it's true, we should deal with it quickly. Loose ends are dangerous."
