Chapter 2

Luca furrowed his brows, then instructed his subordinate, "Send someone to find her."

After the subordinate left, Luca looked at me coldly. "Today's party is extremely important. Behave yourself and don't cause any trouble. Understand?"

I couldn't even be bothered to respond. I took Raymond's hand and started walking away.

Only after we were out of Luca's sight did Raymond, walking beside me, scoff. "So that's your ex-husband? He's not even fit to measure up to a single hair on my dad's head."

His remark made me laugh. I reached over and pinched his nose. "I was blind back then."

Raymond nodded in agreement. "At least you didn't stay blind forever."

Listening to Raymond's sharp tongue, I sighed helplessly.

From his cutting remarks to his exceptionally handsome looks, Raymond was exactly like Lorenzo. If Luca had bothered to take a second look at Raymond, he never would have thought the boy was his son.

Unfortunately, no matter how many years passed, that man was still just as arrogant.

Once I learned that Luca was hosting the welcome party, I lost all interest in it.

But Raymond still wanted to play for a while, so we didn't leave in a hurry.

Who knew the little rascal would disappear in the blink of an eye?

He was very independent, but we weren't at home. Worried that something might happen to him, I began searching the entire venue.

Just then, a powerful hand suddenly clamped around my wrist and dragged me into a corridor beside the party hall.

"Didn't I tell you to go back first? Why did you come after me?" Luca scoffed, convinced he had figured out my intentions. "Don't think that showing up in public will force me to acknowledge who you are."

I looked at him coldly, my voice completely devoid of emotion. "You're imagining things. I'm looking for my son."

Luca sneered. "Freya, stop using the kid as an excuse. That's a pretty pathetic trick."

Before I could respond, Anna suddenly approached with several other women. "Luca, the ladies heard the Donna had arrived, so they wanted to come along and greet her. Have you found the Donna yet?"

I turned around. The women immediately recognized me and let out exaggerated cries of surprise.

"Isn't that Freya? What are you doing back here? I thought you'd died in some godforsaken corner of the world."

"Why are you dressed like a beggar? Did you not have a single decent outfit after leaving Luca?"

"Luca was so smart to dump her back then. Anna is elegant and refined. How could Freya ever compare to her?"

One cutting remark after another came flying at me.

I looked down at myself, starting to question their eyesight. After all, the outfit they were calling beggar's clothes was worth enough to buy the entire event hall.

"Weren't you ladies here to greet the Donna? That's certainly an unusual way to say hello." I glanced at them coolly, trying to remind them of my identity.

But as soon as the words left my mouth, someone burst out laughing.

"Everyone, come listen to this! She actually claims she's the Donna! Freya, if you're going to make up lies, at least come up with something believable. With your shabby appearance, why would the Don ever want you?"

"Exactly! I bet those five years out there were so miserable that she's lost her mind. Freya, have you been dreaming every single day for the past five years?"

The women doubled over with laughter.

Even Anna was struggling to keep the corners of her mouth from twitching. Pretending to be concerned, she advised me, "Freya, you shouldn't joke about something like this. If word gets out that you're impersonating the Donna, the Don will kill you."

"Anna is right, Freya. Stop acting crazy here and getting me into trouble!"

Luca shot me a furious glare, then grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the exit. "Leave right now!"

"Luca, let go of me." I twisted my arm, struggling to free myself from his grip.

Just as he was about to drag me to the door, I heard a voice coming from nearby. I recognized it instantly. It was Raymond's voice.

I wrenched myself free of Luca and ran toward it.

Raymond was being shoved to the ground by another little boy.