Chapter 153 Helpless Mafia King

• Leonardo sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scattered sheets of colored paper, glue sticks, ribbons, and a generous sprinkling of glitter. The chaos of arts and crafts supplies sprawled around him was nothing compared to the expectant gazes of his children, piercing through his confidence like tiny, determined daggers.
• Vincenzo and Lucia stared at him with wide, hopeful eyes, their patience waning with each passing second. The room, usually a place of childhood wonder, felt stifling under their silent judgment. Their previous masterpieces adorned the walls—finger-painted landscapes, cotton-ball animals, and glittery shapes that looked more like abstract art than anything recognizable. And yet, here he was, a grown man, utterly incapable of coming up with a simple kindergarten project.
• For the first time in his life, Leonardo felt a deep, unfamiliar sense of inadequacy. Negotiating multi-million-dollar deals? Easy. Handling underground mafia affairs? Routine. But sitting here, trying to conjure a creative idea for a school project? It was proving to be his greatest challenge yet.