Six
Leo let out a dry, bitter laugh, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. “You know what, Marco? I’m nothing like you. You sit on your wealth, too weak to make a real move with it.”
Marco’s jaw tightened, and he looked away for a split second, clearly stung by the remark. Before he could respond, Leo’s voice cut through the silence, this time softer but far more dangerous. “And another thing… when I play around, at least it’s with my wife.”
Talia’s stomach lurched. Her hand trembled under the table, and she gripped Leo’s leg hard in a silent plea to stop. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. Leo barely flinched but covered it up with a thin, unconvincing smile.
“Your wife?” Marco’s eyebrow arched, the disbelief evident in his voice. “You got married behind everyone’s back? Serio
