Vincent had to return to New York to handle Marcelli family business. On his third day away, Sophia stood at the French doors of the island villa, watching the last ray of sunlight disappear.A maid entered quietly. "Madam, please drink some milk."Sophia didn't move. "When is he coming back?""Mr. Vincent said he would be back as soon as—""BANG! "The glass hit the wall, shattering. "I am not your 'madam'," Sophia sneered. "Get out."The terrified maid scrambled out. Sophia bent down and picked up the sharpest shard of glass.At the same moment, in the Marcelli headquarters in New York, Vincent sat at the head of a conference table, his thumb unconsciously stroking his phone. The screen showed a surveillance still: Sophia on the beach, staring at the horizon, her silhouette so thin it looked as if the sea breeze could blow her away."Boss? About this arms deal...""Postpone it," he said, suddenly standing up. "Get the car. We're going to the airport."Marco was stunned. "But the fami
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