"You will be my wife, Susan Miller!"
That decree echoed in Franco's mind, his heart beating with immense force. As if he had not heard Susan's conversation with her father, he began to walk towards them, his eyes shining and a broad smile on his face.
And suddenly, the voice of one of the employees stopped his steps.
"Don Franco," one of the girls said, panting.
"What's happening?" he asked, frustrated.
"They're looking for you in the living room. It's a man from the United States."
Franco tensed up, clenched his fists, and his breathing became irregular.
"Tyler," was the first thing he thought, and in a couple of strides, he reached the main hall.
"Franco Rossi!" exclaimed Mike, his personal lawyer and best friend. "What's going on? You have a look on your face that scares me."
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