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Chapter 164

Aвтор: Michy Gaza
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The Virelli estate hadn’t been this quiet in decades.

Luca sat at the head of the long glass table in his father’s office, the room now stripped of its usual grandeur. The portraits remained, Paolo Virelli in different stages of triumph, from the early textile years to the modern luxury empire, but their eyes felt different now.

Accusing. Cold.

Or maybe it was just Luca’s guilt playing tricks on him.

He exhaled slowly, fingers steepled in front of him. Around him sat the most senior of their family’s estate lawyers, PR handlers, and legacy consultants. Everyone was talking at once.

“....Private ceremony would be safest, given the circumstances.”

“...but the shareholders will expect some kind of public acknowledgment.”

“...what about a state assisted security team? We can’t risk anyone showing up with cameras.”

“...have we confirmed a burial site?”

Luca raised a hand.

Silence fell.

“He will be buried at the family chapel in Ravello,” he said quietly. “No press. Only family.”

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