Chapter 205 A King On His Knees

• Her eyes met his with an almost irritating calm, and the smile that curved her lips was as subtle as it was provocative—a calculated expression that made it clear, without words, who was setting the rules in that moment.
• “Bon après-midi, Don Lucchese,” the woman replied, her faint French accent wrapped in a calm, almost delicate tone, as if the arrest were merely a reunion between old acquaintances. “It’s been a long time.”
• The smile remained far too polite to be sincere, and her attentive gaze examined each of his reactions as though collecting fragments of control to use later.