Chapter 168 - Daphne POV
Everyone important in Castellano waits, and they are visibly unhappy. Tension coils in the air like a frayed wire. But I had this meeting called for a reason.
Because this is urgent.
What the fuck happened in this reset?
Valentino—when I get my hands on him, I swear to fucking God, he won't die an easy death like before. No. He'll beg.
"What is it? You have information on Valentino? Why couldn't you just email it, instead of calling this whole meeting under the guise of your fucking puppet?" Luciano scoffs, arms folded.
I used Raffaele's name to call this meeting. Heir candidates have that much authority, so they all had to come. Raffaele, lounging near the far end of the room, sends a lazy middle finger Luciano's way in response.
I move to the center of the long table, letting silence pull the attention back to me.
"I know we all have better things to do," I begin, calm and clear.
