Chapter 4

• [Gianna POV]
• "Papa, I'm back."
• The Moretti family estate looked particularly solemn in the night.
• I stood outside the study, fixing my expression.
• Father didn't look up, continuing to read the documents in his hand.
• His voice was low, "Gianna, tell me about the Vance family."
• I knelt in front of him, tears sliding down my cheeks at the right moment.
• "Papa, they humiliated me, and insulted the Moretti family. They trampled on me at will, saying the Moretti family was nothing but a nobody."
• Father's fingers lightly tapped on the table, a habit of his when he was angry.
• "Go on."
• "I became a widow after a month of marriage, I remembered the family motto and did my duty. But they accused me, claiming I wanted to harm Damian's fiancee and her unborn child."
• Father's voice was as cold as ice, "And Damian? What was his attitude?"
• "He completely believed the false accusations! He locked me in the attic, saying he wanted me to be forever banished from the Vance family. Papa, they are not just humiliating me, they are trampling on the dignity of the Moretti family."
• Father stood up suddenly, his fist slamming heavily on the table, burning with anger, "Ridiculous! Do they think the Moretti family is that easy to bully?"
• "Papa, I know I have disappointed you. This failed marriage has made me a burden to the family."
• He looked at me, took a deep breath, walked over, and took my hand.
• His eyes were full of tenderness as he softly said to me, "You are not a burden. You are my daughter, a direct descendant of the Moretti family, and no one can insult you like this without consequences."
• The butler knocked on the door, "Godfather, dinner is ready. The young masters are all waiting for you."
• In the dining room, at the luxurious dining table, my three elder brothers were already seated:
• My eldest brother Marco, second brother Luka, and third brother Antonio.
• Their expressions were different when they saw me.
• Marco put down his utensils, his tone mocking, "My sister is finally back. How's life in the Wall Street aristocracy?"
• "Marco, shut up," Father warned, glaring at him.
• "Father, I'm just concerned about my sister, after all, she's now a widow who has been kicked out of someone else's house, she must be very sad."
• "That's enough!" Father slammed the table, "All of you, shut up!"
• Just then, the dining room door was pushed open.
• Nico Romano walked in.
• His tall figure was imposing, with scars on his face from battles.
• He was the most capable right-hand man of the family.
• Unexpectedly, Nico walked straight up to me and knelt down on one knee.
• "Welcome home, Miss," his voice was deep and firm.
• The dining hall fell into silence.
• The three brothers widened their eyes, showing shocked expressions.
• I helped him up and spoke softly, "Nico, thank you for your loyalty."
• "This is what I should do, Miss. You will always be the one I am loyal to."
• Marco suddenly stood up, "What does this mean? Nico, are you crazy? Kneeling to a failed engagement waste?"
• Nico turned to Marco, his eyes as cold as ice, "Master Marco, please watch your words."
• "What did I say wrong? She has been in the Vance family for a year, but what has she done besides embarrassing the family?"
• The atmosphere was tense, and Nico's hand quietly moved towards the gun at his waist.
• "Alright, I have an announcement to make." Father suddenly spoke, "To test Marco's abilities, I have decided to hand over the business of smuggling Eastern European arms at the dock to him."
• Marco immediately smiled proudly upon hearing this.
• He proudly raised his head and said, "Father, I have already arranged this business. The Russians have agreed to our terms, a five million dollar order, it’s a guaranteed profit."
• Father nodded and looked at me beside him, "Gianna, you will go with them as an observer to learn."
• I obediently nodded, "Yes, Papa. I will study hard."
• However, things did not go as smoothly as imagined.
• Three days later, there came Marco's hysterical roar from the warehouse at the dock.
• "What! Intercepted? Those people suddenly changed their minds and started cooperating with another family?!"
• I watched Marco roar like a madman, completely losing his dignity.
• "The entire five million dollars went down the drain like this! Damn it! How did they offer twice as much as us!"
• "Big brother, calm down. There are always surprises in the business world," I stepped forward.
• "Surprises? This was carefully planned by our competitors! You don't understand the cruelty of business at all."
• I took out my phone and dialed a number.
• "Nico, help me contact Bruce Olodin. Tell him that the Moretti family has business to discuss."
• Marco froze, "Bruce Olodin? That arms dealer? How do you know him?"
• "Have him call me back in ten minutes."
• Ten minutes later, the phone rang on time.
• "Miss Gianna, it's a pleasure to hear your voice. It's been two years since we last met," a deep male voice came through the phone.
• "Bruce, I need your help. The Moretti family is willing to provide all the transport rights at the docks in exchange. We need an exclusive supply agreement."
• Marco widened his eyes, the value of those dock transportation rights worth millions of dollars.
• "Interesting proposal. But, little girl, the terms are not enticing enough."
• "I’m not done. We’ll add in the inland transportation networks of two key cities, along with our political connections."
• There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then a hearty laugh came through. "Haha! Truly the daughter of Don Moretti! Deal! But the price will be triple the market value."
• "Two and a half times. That's my bottom line, Bruce."
• "Alright, I respect you, two and a half times it is. My lawyer will come tomorrow to sign the contract."
• I hung up the phone and turned to face the stunned Marco.
• "Are you out of your mind? Those assets, what right do you have to trade them? Father will kill you!"
• "By doing this, our annual income will triple. This is not a losing deal."
• Two days later, in the family meeting room, I threw the contract that would shock everyone onto the long table.
• "Exclusive supply agreement, lasting five years, with an estimated annual income of sixty million dollars. Any objections?"
• Father picked up the contract and looked through it, a flash of pride in his eyes. Luka and Antonio looked at each other, speechless.
• Only Marco, his face pale, his fists clenched tightly.
• "Well done, Gianna. This is the kind of tactics the Moretti family should have," Father praised.
• After the meeting, I walked up to Marco and whispered in his ear, "Brother, never put all your chips on the table. That's the first rule of business, have you forgotten?"