Chapter 88 Full Hand

• Vincenzo let a faint, guarded smile slip as he closed the door behind him with a deliberate, unhurried motion.
• His eyes stayed locked on her as he moved toward the table, each step slow and measured, radiating a quiet confidence that spoke louder than words, as if every gesture was its retort to the jab she’d just thrown his way.
• “They’ve tried twice already,” Vincenzo remarked, settling into the chair across from her and crossing one leg over the other. “Maybe the third time they’ll finally get it right—or at least get lucky.”