Chapter 168 The Perfect Cover

• In a bar tucked away from Savoca’s center, Alfonso held his wineglass with a steady grip, his gaze hard and focused, as if every thought demanded absolute restraint.
• Cesare, by contrast, looked entirely at ease, lounging back in his chair while his attention drifted to the half-naked women weaving between the tables, serving drinks with practiced, provocative movements.
• “That brat is already making me lose my patience.” Alfonso said, his eyes narrowing, his expression tightening as he drew Cesare’s attention, the very mention sounding like a silent invitation to conspire.