Lorenzo Costa was not just another investor. He was a man whose silence could ruin families.
And when Genevieve saw the wrong hand reaching for the phone, she forgot the mask she had worn for fifteen years.
Three words escaped her mouth in a dead Sicilian dialect.
The room went silent.
Not uncomfortable silent.
Funeral silent.
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The silence that followed felt like death itself.
Lorenzo Costa slowly turned his head away from Arthur Castiglione and fixed his eyes on Genevieve. The others did not understand what had happened, but Costa did. His gaze sharpened with a cold precision, as if he had just found a fingerprint on a weapon no one was supposed to have touched.
