Chapter 267: Carol’s POV

After putting the immediate enemies I was briefed about, I decided I was going to hunt down the moles who plotted the downfall of my father of whom Giovanni and his daughter were chief.

Their names circled in my mind endlessly and I knew what had to be done. So I ordered my men to get me information on their whereabouts and was told they were on the run.

One fateful morning, I stepped into a plain outfit with loose tunic, faded trousers, hair tucked under a headscarf. Luca turned when he noticed me and nearly choked.

“You’re disguising yourself again?”

“I’m hunting,” I said simply. “She won’t come to me. So I’ll go to her.”

We took two of my best undercover men, moving through the city like ghosts. Street after street, market after market.

I didn’t expect it to be easy because women like Veronica survived by disappearing when the real threat surfaced.

Hours passed.

My feet burned.

My shoulders ached.

Luca walked close, his eyes scanning with the precision of a hawk. Then, in a run