Chapter 88: Warning
(Alessandro's POV)
The car rolled to a stop in front of Charles Anderson's sprawling Golden Valley Estate. Through the tinted windows, I immediately spotted a figure standing at the entrance, arms crossed and face twisted in an unmistakable expression of displeasure.
"Looks like we have a welcoming committee," I muttered, glancing down at Sophia who had fallen into an exhausted sleep against my shoulder.
Without waiting for the driver to open the door, I pushed it open myself and stepped out, carefully lifting Sophia into my arms. Her head lolled against my chest, her breathing steady and deep.
Charles Anderson strode toward us, his normally composed demeanor replaced with obvious irritation. "Alessandro, this is highly irregular," he hissed, keeping his voice
