Just as the shredder swallowed the photo proving Sophia's betrayal, the mahogany double doors to the study swung open.Vincenzo strode in. His pace was noticeably more hurried than usual; the guards outside hadn't even had time to announce him.Stepping into the room, he adjusted his tie, trying to put on a calm, nonchalant front.Looking at him like this, I actually found it a little amusing.He hesitated for a moment before bringing up what happened in that Brooklyn alley."Luca heard the phone call," Vincenzo said, his voice low."He knows everything now. He knows how Antonio died, and he knows how Sophia framed you."After saying that, Vincenzo paused, a clear look of hesitation and probing in his eyes.He was afraid that I'd be sad hearing how far Luca had fallen, and even more afraid that I might look back on ten years of devotion and feel even a shred of pity for the man.He finally asked the question he'd been keeping bottled up inside for a long time."Elena, the day before th
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