The guests’ faces turned sheet-white. They scrambled to hide their phones.The black-suited enforcers were faster, intercepting every hand that held a phone.The guy in the loud shirt, the one who’d been yelling about getting a good shot, was shaking like a leaf.“I… I was just drunk!” he stammered. “Seriously, Miss Marino, I didn’t film anything!”I didn’t even look at him.“Save it for the Commission.”Isabella finally scrambled to her feet, screaming. “My father will ruin you! Do you have any idea who he is?”“Then you should ask your father,” I said, staring at her pathetic face, word by word, “if he knows what his daughter did tonight. Let’s see if the Rossi family can even save you.”Nico’s face was a thundercloud.“Bringing the Commission into this is going too far,” he said, his voice low, a clear warning.“I don’t need you to tell me what’s too far,” I cut him off, not even bothering to let him finish.Ten minutes later, an emissary from the Commission arrived with two enforce
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