Leonardo's fury had been a cold, calculated fire as he led Emilia from the luncheon. The mere sight of Alaric, the contemptible Valenti heir, near Emilia, combined with her visible distress, had ignited a protective instinct in him that transcended his previous, purely strategic intentions.
He had taken her directly to her bedroom, his concern overriding his usual detached demeanor. After instructing Maria to attend to Emilia, ensuring she was comfortable and undisturbed, he and Davide retreated to his study.
The air in the room was thick with a tension that belied its opulent setting.
Davide, ever efficient and discreet, immediately produced his phone. "Signore," he began, his voice low, "you'll want to see this. I recorded the entire exchange between Signorina Emilia and Signor Vale
