“Father,” Gino strolled into Vittorio’s office with his usual smirk. “You wanted to see me?”
“Gino!” Vittorio’s face twisted with anger the moment he laid eyes on his son.
The smirk faded. Gino’s expression grew serious as he stopped in the middle of the room. Vittorio rose from behind his desk, his steps heavy and intimidating as he closed the distance.
“Gino,” he said, his voice low but furious, “I expect an honest answer. Don’t you dare lie to me.”
“What’s going on, Father? Why are you talking like this?” Gino asked, feigning confusion, his brows furrowed.
“Tell me honestly.” Vittorio’s sharp gaze locked on his son, his tone cutting like steel. “Did you sabotage the latest arms deal and conspire to kill Cristiano?”
“What?” Gino’s denial came quick, his tone firm. “No, Father. Why
