Some minutes later, Luca and his team exited the plane and made their way to the cars that were already waiting for them. Luca quickly took the opportunity and decided to enter the blue Audi R8, thinking he was taking the same vehicle since he had left his bag in there. However, once he saw Larosa entering, he quickly changed his mind and made his way to the next Range Rover Sport car in front.In truth, he just wanted some privacy and didn't want the long talks from Larosa, so he opted for the next car. Settled inside, he heaved a deep sigh. Well, he had just avoided Larosa, who would have been bombarding him with questions by now. After everyone had entered their respective cars, they moved and quickly hit the road."Where to, Boss?" Giovanni's driver asked in a low tone.Luca looked up and said, "Take me to the Edward mansion."The car sped off, and in the next few minutes, it pulled up to the front of the mansion, and Luca quickly exited. Once he came out of the car, one of Giovan
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
"Okay, that's fine, ma'am," Blue smiled before going back to her job. But as she left, her mind was filled with thoughts. Earlier, when Luca had come into his office, his face was plastered with a deep frown, and he didn't bother to talk to anyone. Instead, he walked straight into his office and ignored everyone who had greeted him. The whole atmosphere went from a happy environment to a suspenseful one.No one knew why he was angry. He had been out for the last two days, only to come back with a poker face. To them, it could only mean one thing: that he wasn't happy with how they had handled the company in his absence.Luca was still worried about his wife and her tricks. He could decide to issue an order now to torture her into revealing the truth. Or he could tell the elders and let them decide her fate. Someone like Giovanni would quickly eliminate her for trying to track him. George would force her to crawl back with the truth, even if it meant taking down the Edward family. La R
At the Edward Residence. 6:12pm. Luca stood up from the bed fully naked with his penis dangling. He walked up to Sara who was seated in front of the mirror doing her makeup. He hugged her from behind and kissed her neck passionately. "Hey?" His minty breath brushed against her ear, and she couldn't help but slowly close her eyes to feel the moment. "Hey, babe, please don't come late tomorrow. It's starting at 9 am, you should be there before 12 noon. You know how Madam Ivy can be, right?" Luca nodded. "I know, you don't need to spell it out to me, Mrs. Sara." Sara stopped her makeup and raised her eyes to him. "What did you just call me? I'm married, so no longer 'Miss.'" She tapped his naked butt to remind him, and Luca's eyes widened in amusement. "You're so naughty. Get out already!" she bickered before entering the bathroom. After a few minutes, Sara called out to her assistant, and they quickly came to help her carry her things. "I'm going, babe!" She shouted so Luca could
Gina smiled. "Okay, enjoy your ride, Mr. Edward," she said before walking away.Luca felt a surge of anger fill his stomach when she referred to him as "Mr. Edward," but he just held himself back and swallowed his words. Calling her back to shun her would only be a waste of time. Maybe she thought his last name was Edward, or it was a deliberate act to berate him when she knows who he is married to."Please fasten your belts!" came the message, and Luca quickly did as he was told. He was late already.After a few minutes, the jet took off, and he heaved a deep sigh of relief. He can't wait to go in there and come back out and get on with his life. He had more pressing issues pertaining to his life that he had to think of, not the marriage anniversary of the Edward family, which everyone knew they had broken up and fallen apart more times than the total population of their family.As Luca gazed out the window, he felt a sense of detachment wash over him. The ground below grew smaller a
"Then whose own is it, sir?" One of the officers asked.Luca flared up. "I don't know. How the hell do I know who dropped that in my bag? I don't even smoke on a regular basis!"The officer chuckled. "At least you do smoke sometimes, so why are you trying to accuse someone else?"Luca swallowed his words, his face contorted into a deep frown. The realization hit him like a tidal wave...It was Madam Ivy's doing.He couldn't believe it. He was a mafia heir, for crying out loud! He knew the rules, he knew the protocols. He would never be so reckless as to carry drugs with him, especially not on a trip like this.The search officer's eyes narrowed, his expression stern. "Sir, can you explain this?" he asked, his voice firm.Luca's mind racing, he tried to think of a plausible explanation. But he knew he had none. He was caught off guard, and he knew it. Even if he didn't bring any pre-rolls with him, he knew they had snuck it into his bag and he had no explanation for that."I...I don't k
At Oval Event Centre, Amsterdam. The Oval Event Centre in Amsterdam was a sight to behold, its grandeur and elegance evident in every aspect of its design. The halls were spacious and airy, with high ceilings that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The walls were adorned with intricate patterns and designs, crafted with precision and care that scream just one thing... Luxury!As guests entered the hall, they were immediately struck by the sheer scale of the venue. The room was filled with rows of tables, each one set with fine china and crystal glasses, sparkling in the soft light. The chairs were plush and comfortable, upholstered in a rich, velvety fabric that seemed to glow in the dim light. It was the esteemed Edward family, so everything must be top-notch.Royalty, politicians, and other reputable people in society began to trickle into the room from time to time. They were elated by the designs of the hall. But what truly caught the eye were the pictures that adorned the walls. M
One hour later, inside the police station, Luca sat alone inside a small cell room. It was an enclosed place where they kept him before leaving. Luca sat there, his eyes wandering around as he kept checking his watch to know how late he was. According to protocols, they took all of his phones and also refused him an attorney until after four hours.Well, this time, Luca was sitting down inside that cell room, and his face was the opposite of what it used to be. This time, he sat there, his face frowned up, but deep down, he wasn't very agitated anymore, since he now had evidence to use against them. When they took all of his phones, they must have thought that was all, but they underestimated his watch, which had been recording them from the onset.Luca's eyes narrowed as he checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. He had been stuck in this tiny cell room for hours, with no phone, no attorney, and no way to communicate with the outside world. The police had thought the