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Chapter 97

작가: Michy Gaza
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Still, no one spoke.

Even the ones who had doubted him, who whispered about the scandal or grumbled about the press conference, now watched him with something new in their eyes.

Fear.

And a bitter kind of respect.

“You’re bluffing,” Paolo hissed.

“No,” Luca replied, turning to face him directly. “I’m done bluffing. And I’m done pretending I owe you anything. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise...”

He walked over to the chair at the head of the table.

The one Paolo always occupied, even when he claimed to be “retired.”

And sat down.

Every eye followed the move.

Even Paolo’s.

“I am the CEO of Virelli Group,” Luca said clearly, locking eyes with his father. “Not your shadow. Not your puppet. And if that threatens you, Father… maybe it’s time you left the table.”

It was the cleanest execution the boardroom had seen in decades.

Paolo stood frozen, lips parted, but no words came. Just the tightening of his jaw, the tremble of a legacy losing grip.

Luca stared at him a moment lon
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