Chapter 63 She's Winning, Isn't She?

• The next morning, I found Alessio already dressed, standing by the window with a phone pressed to his ear. His expression was unreadable, but there was a sharp edge to his tone that sent a shiver down my spine.
• “Yes. Do it today,” he said, voice low but firm. He listened for a moment, then added, “Make sure she knows exactly who’s responsible.”
• He hung up, slipping his phone into his pocket before finally turning to me.