(Ansaldo’s POV)
The soft light of dawn filtered through the towering glass wall of my study, casting long shadows over the polished wooden floors and shelves lined with ancient books and weapons of forgotten wars.
I was standing near my sleek mahogany desk, one hand in my pocket, the other holding the phone I had just disconnected. My expression was unreadable, but my eyes… they were focused, calculating.
Behind me, Matteo stood silently. But this time, the silence didn’t last. I could see the curiosity that had been gnawing at him.
“Boss…” Matteo started carefully.
“…you warned her. Selene Zhao. Why?”
I didn’t answer immediately. I slipped the phone into my pocket and walked slowly toward the massive window that overlooked acres of fortified land. The early light painted my tailored
