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Chapter 56: The Matriarch’s Garden

ผู้เขียน: Ayoade Busola
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The Moretti Estate was not a house. It was a fortress disguised as a Tuscan villa, transplanted into the hills of Upstate New York.

Lorenzo drove the Shelby Cobra through the iron gates. The guards didn't ask for ID. They knew the car. They knew the face. But they didn't salute. They watched us with cold, hard eyes.

"They know," Lorenzo muttered, gripping the steering wheel. "They know I lost the company."

"Does it matter?" I asked.

"In this world? Weakness is a death sentence. If my mother thinks I am weak, she won't help us. She will feed us to the wolves to save the rest of the pack."

We parked in the circular driveway. The gravel crunched under the tires.

Lorenzo didn't wait for a butler. He got out and opened my door.

"Let me do the talking," he said.

"Lorenzo," I said, smoothing my gold dress which felt ridiculous in the morning light. "Last time you did the talking, she hung up on you."

"Fair point."

We walked through the massive oak doors. The house smelled of beeswax and lili
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