Fernando tilted his head, jaw tight. "That man has nothing. He can't give her what I can. He's a nobody, a lowlife. So why does she act like that with him? She lets him touch her, lets him get that close, and she looks at him with that… odd fondness. I never even thought this woman was capable of feeling a thing. Not with that icy heart of hers. What could he possibly even have?" His lips curled. "It irritates me. No, it annoys me."
He turned fully toward Antonio. "What do you think?"
Antonio blinked, caught off guard. "I-I don't know what you mean, boss."
Fernando took a sip of wine, eyes narrowing in on the man. "Nikolas. That's his name, right? Tell me, Antonio, who is he?"
Antonio seemed to hesitate.
The man frowned. "What do you know about him?" he asked. "Is he rich or something of the sort?"
"No."
Antonio shook his head.
"Doesn't seem like it. The place he lived with Lady Di-grassi isn't exactly luxurious."
