Chapter 211 The Perfect Image

• Vincenzo slid a cup of coffee across the counter, the gesture calm, almost conciliatory—but Tommaso reacted instantly.
• He struck the edge of the cup with a violent slap, sending coffee spilling across the floor as the porcelain clattered through the kitchen, the sound a sharp reflection of the fury that had finally found release.
• “Didn’t you finish reading the file?” Vincenzo asked, his voice steady, almost cold, despite his cousin’s outburst.