Fabio turned around, his brows furrowed, creating deep lines on his forehead. He didn't understand what they were talking about, nor did he see anyone that would be referred to as Lord Ercole. In his head, he had already concluded that Luca was one of their sons and Larosa was their mistress. His eyes wandered around in search of the Lord Ercole they had just referred to."Where is he?" He couldn't help it anymore.Larosa sighed frustratedly. "Who knew an elder will be this dumb not to notice his boss?" Fabio's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about? I don't see anyone."George stood up, his expression stern. "You're not looking hard enough, Fabio. Lord Ercole is right in front of you, and you have already disrespected him by locking him up overnight. I will advise you not to do more, please. At least for your own safety."Fabio's gaze snapped back to George, his eyes flashing with anger. "Don't play games with me, George. I'm not in the mood for your petty games, save it for som

"And why can't he?" Fabio turned to Giovanni. "Are you scared that he is not good enough or the fake lord Ercole you brought in here will be exposed?"Giovanni just hissed, his eyes still fixed on Luca, hoping he would change his mind about playing the poker game with Fabio. Everyone of the elders knew his father was a pro at poker games, and it was obvious he had passed that skill down to his offspring.In truth, everyone in the mafia were skilled at playing poker games. They frequently engaged in high-stakes gambling activities, including poker, where mental acuity, bluffing, and reading opponents were significant skills that needed to be used in their everyday lives."Don't worry, I will play the game with him," Luca assured with a smug smile.Turning to Fabio, he asked, "Where do we play it? Lead me there!"Larosa quickly interrupted, stepping into the middle of both men. "Luca, this isn't right. You don't need to prove yourself to anyone, and even if you have to, not Fabio of all

"What do you mean?" Larosa asked curiously."Stefano had made lots of connections with people, and he is the craftiest of them all. Actually, I have been studying him over the years after he raided my warehouse and made me lose millions in cash. I couldn't just attack him at once, so I decided to study and know how to get him.He has six doppelgangers, and you can only know the difference between him and them through their fingers. The real one has four fingers on his right hand. His father took one of his fingers when he was little just to prove the FBI wrong and act like a good father. He has had to live with just four fingers since then. But all the other five doppelgangers have the full five fingers. Stefano is worse than you will ever think, and he is coming for everything you have just to prove your late father wrong."Fabio's words hung in the air like a challenge, everyone's eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and fear. The room fell silent, as if the very mention of Ste

"What are you doing with my bag?" His voice thundered in the room as he saw Larosa packing up his clothes inside his bag.Larosa looked up, startled, as Luca's voice thundered through the room. "I was just packing your clothes, Luca. I thought you'd want to leave as soon as possible so I was just helping you out. What is the problem?"But Luca's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with memories of Sara's betrayal. This was the same way she had grabbed his bag and hid a tracker inside it. He really didn't expect her to do such a thing and now he was even more careful."What else have you packed? What else are you hiding?"Larosa took a step back, her hands raised in defense. "Luca, I swear, I'm not hiding anything. I'm just trying to help. Are you traumatized by the hidden tracker that was found in your bag? I wouldn't do such a thing."But Luca's trauma had been triggered, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease anymore. He couldn't bring himself to trust anyone any longer. "Where'

A few minutes later, a blue Audi pulled up to the back of the Edward mansion, and her assistant quickly helped Sara out of the car and into her wheelchair. She pushed her inside, and the next minute, she went straight to Sara's room. Upon entering, she noticed that it was empty, but something didn't seem right. Her eyes wandered around for a while before she went over and locked the door. Standing on her feet, her eyes scrutinized the room for a moment; she felt like it wasn't exactly the way she had left it. The next second, her eye landed on the mirror, and it showed the reflection of Luca's bag. She fixed her gaze on it for a moment, realizing that it was the same bag she had planted a tracker in. Slowly, she walked over to the room where it was kept. As she got closer to it, she had a sly smirk on her face, as her assumptions were right - it was the same bag that Luca traveled with. "Is he back?" She thought. "And he didn't bother to call me?" Cautiously, she took the bag and sli