Chapter 61 The Kiss Of Death

• Alfonso cast a careful glance around, scanning every corner of the café. The movement was subtle but calculated, as if gauging the distance between curious eyes and prying ears.
• “So, who’s the figlio di puttana who tried to kill my daughter?” Alfonso asked, his voice low as his fingers grazed the menu on the table. “That wasn’t our deal,” he added, without a trace of genuine concern for her well-being.
• “I honestly don’t know,” Fabrizio replied, bringing his espresso to his lips. “I heard about it from Tommaso, and so far, the theory is a domestic accident,” he said, setting the cup back on its saucer unhurriedly. “You really think it was an attack?”