''Is this a joke or what?'' Antonio blurted out, his face contorting with mixed feelings.His brown eyes darted across the room, eventually landing on the clerk, who was smirking.''Have you gone blind? Or suddenly, you do not know how to read any more?'' The clerk retorted, not hiding his tone of ridicule.''What?'' Antonio muttered, with a creased forehead.''Do you think the boss will let you off the hook after messing up with your delivery?'' The clerk, Franco, questioned with bemusement.Antonio was rooted to the spot, and he watched the approaching figure of Franco with furrowed eyes.''Boss has been working with all his bones just to get acquainted with the De Luca suite, yet you ruined it with your dumb brain.'' Franco smirked.Antonio's eyes met Franco, the coldness in them made Franco flinch instinctively, taking a few steps back.''You son of a-''Before he could complete his statement, Antonio lurked in, grabbing the collar of his furry coat.''I bet you to finish that, an

''D-don't tell me.'' The divorce papers fell to the ground, and Antonio glared at Jasmine with murderous intent.''Phew, I was afraid at first that the prison had turned you into a dummy, at least you're still smart as I used to know you.'' It was Alessio who replied this time around, amidst his fervent hot, deep kiss, as his tongue fought with Jasmine's.Antonio's face went blank, devoid of colour. He was momentarily frozen in one place, but soon, the heavy moans in the room jolted him awake.''I'll remember this.'' Antonio's whisper sounded as though it was from the deepest part of hell, making both Alessio and Jasmine shudder.Clenching his fist to stop himself from trembling, he collected the papers on the floor, and turned to leave. Glancing back at them once more, he nodded before walking out of the room.''Uh- uh, lock the door, please.'' Jasmine's voice trailed off, melting in ecstasy.It appeared that since all his properties had been confiscated by the government, Alessio h

A warm, amber light radiated from the chandelier that hung from the alabaster ceiling engraved with beautiful symbols, adding to the ceiling aesthetic.The spacious room was filled with soft light. Like the splendour of dusk, the glass and furniture glistened in the warmth.A man who appeared to be in his late fifties was sitting on a large, brown sofa, with the edges designed with gold and gemstones.He was clad in a jet-black suit, along with a matching pair of shoes. His silver watch reflected the warmth rays from the chandelier, and he breathed in and out softly, enjoying the aromatic fragrance that permeated from the room diffuser.Two, tall, muscular men in black suits were standing behind the man like statues.Their gazes were stagnant, only piercing forward without drifting across the room.The middle-aged man ruffled his short, wavy grey hair, which was styled in a modern quiff with a matte finish, before puffing out a thick smoke from the tobacco in his left hand.Besides h

Feeling Leonardo's gaze from behind, Antonio didn't bother to face him before he murmured, ''You can proceed.''Leonardo and the other two let out sighs of relief, their muscles relaxing.They knew too well how stubborn this young man could be, and even though he had agreed on the phone… he was with the Chairman.He could, at any time, back out from the arrangement, or even force them to do something out of their wills, and that meant embracing death in full arms should the Chairman catch wind of it.Glaring at Sandra, Leonardo brought out a golden card with dark intricate designs at the edges.''Chairman said to give you this.' Leonardo tilted his head, bowing a bit as he handed over the card to Antonio.Richard, the second bodyguard who stood right behind Antonio, went forward.''I'll watch over him, and make sure everything goes smoothly,'' Richard muttered, his husky voice reverberating in Sandra's ears.From the beginning to this point, her heart kept pounding against her chest a

Antonio glanced at Michele with a heavy expression, but he soon let out a soft sigh of relief.'At least it's settled now,' he muttered to himself.They'd already been moved to the VIP building, and Michele's treatment had begun.His chemotherapy session was scheduled for Friday evening, afterwards the surgeries would follow.Skimming through the document for the last time, Antonio scribbled on it with an unreadable expression.''Pass it to her.'' He folded the paper and handed it to Leonardo.He didn't need to be told whom Antonio was referring to, he nodded with all seriousness as he received the document.Having finished his business here in the hospital, well, at least at the moment. Antonio stood up, pushing the white chair he was sitting on just now as he headed for the door.Leonardo and Richard followed suit, the former was a few steps ahead on the right while the latter was standing just behind Antonio on his left.They soon found their way out of the magnificent building as