The sleek limousine purred to life as everyone climbed in, their luggage secured. Master Alexandro settled beside Mitchell, who sat rigidly, staring out of the tinted window. The atmosphere inside was heavy, almost suffocating. Alexandro noticed his son’s icy demeanor, far colder and more ruthless than he’d ever seen.
“Mitch,” Alexandro began cautiously, choosing his words with care, “is something bothering you?”
“No, Dad,” Mitchell replied sharply, his tone slicing through the air like a knife.
The others in the car, including Mr. Raph, remained silent. No one wanted to cross Mitchell, especially after the infamous incident where he’d dealt mercilessly with a company traitor. The brutal punishment was burned into everyone’s memory.
Breaking the silence, Mitchell suddenly asked, “What
