Chapter 109 Emotional Blackmailing

• “What the hell is going on?” Stefano roared as he stepped into the grand hall, stunned to find the entire Lombardi estate decked out in lights, fresh flowers, and fine crystal—like a lavish celebration was underway. Guests filled the room, music played softly in the background, and the air smelled of expensive perfume and catered delicacies. His confusion quickly morphed into anger.
• Didn’t his mother just say Nia was sick?
• Francesca Lombardi turned to him with a beaming smile, as if his sudden appearance was part of the festivities.