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And I knew Moretti wouldn’t mind handing him over to me. Lorenzo might seem like just one of my men, but he was more than that. He’d worked for my family since he was a kid. His parents had been employed by my father. loyal to the bone until they tragically passed away in an accident. He’s the only one I truly consider a friend. And I don’t let anyone mess with someone close to me without consequences. “You can go,” I gestured for him to leave and turned back to my paperwork. “And sir…” he hesitated at the door, hand on the handle.

me still no response He rushed to where Lorenzo was sitting dragged him up with his collars *Where the fuck did you keep her!!!!” “Get off me"Lorenzo shouted back He forcefully pushed out his hands and properly adjust his collars back “Father what are you playing at” “Ohhh….well…since her parent chose their company and investment above her then,I guess the evil one will be uprooted….”he said so relaxed “If a single hair I mean a single hair is missing ,prepare for a war Father.” Laughing out outrageously loud “How can I even be a father to a loser like you” his voice sound serious and furious

Lorenzo hung up, the smile evaporating as he dragged a hand over his face, exhaustion etching his features. “All good?” Kingsley inquired. “Yeah, just acclimating to the schmoozing,” Lorenzo muttered. “It smooths out eventually,” Kingsley offered. Lorenzo met his eyes, eyebrow quirking curiously. “My grandma was a fixture in high society. Toted me to galas as a kid.” “Intriguing,” Lorenzo mused, intrigue sparking in his stare. “Your folks?” “What about ’em?” Kingsley shrugged, face impassive. He barreled on before probes deepened: “Catch the email I forwarded?”

“Very well. Please take care of yourself.” Amusement flickered in Liora’s eyes as she glanced around the lounge. Catching her look, one of the women asked suddenly, “Miss, we’ve never seen you before. Who is your husband? Or your father?” Lorenza’s father was long dead. She wasn’t married. She had no answer. Liora turned to Lucia. “Lucia, do you know her?” Lucia’s gaze sliced coldly across the room and landed on Lorenza. “I do.”

“They’re certainly not the easiest wolves to reason with; however, I find that rather commendable that you were wanting to set your own path.” “Thank you.” “I’m sure your parents are both proud of you for your achievements,” the king said warmly. Lorenzo’s lips parted but nothing came out. Part of him wasn’t sure what to say. “I wouldn’t know. I never knew my father and...my mother is dead.”

Lorenzo Monteverde the son of Raul Monteverde the eldest son of Perol Monteverde. After losing his father to the battle of succession. He became the President of Zemor Entertainment, one of the companies of Monteverde's. Lorenzo is one of the strongest competitors of Xander. Because he is not only the son of the eldest but he is the most favoured one among the grandchildren of Perol. The Head of the Monteverde household, Perol Monteverde. Really doted on Lorenzo because Lorenzo has a similar features of his late wife Anastasia. Everytime he smiles, He see the face of his wife smiling at him.

As Hazel disappeared behind the door toward her room, the atmosphere in the study grew more tense. "Lorenzo, I mean Alpha Lorenzo, is there a reason your Pack moved all the way here from Italy?" Mr. Eric Halton, Hazel's father, asked. A smirk and a mischievous glint appeared in Lorenzo's eyes as he maintained deep and unshaken eye contact with the man sitting in front of him. "Oh, I thought it would take some time, but I found what I have been looking for, Halton. Why have I never heard you had another beautiful daughter apart from the one—what was her name again?"

"That's what I mean. I tell you things. I took you to see my parents and introduced you to them." His voice softened. "I want to know you too, Lorenzo. I'm your favorite, right?" Lorenzo looked at him for a long moment. Then he smirked…that small, private smile that made Louis's heart do something stupid. "I grew up with my parents," Lorenzo said. "Until I was nine. Then my grandmother came. She took me away." Louis stayed very still. "My father... I don't know where he is. I don't care." Lorenzo's voice was flat. "My mother died. That is all."

I asked after a little while and Lorenzo arched a brow as he stared down at me. “You didn’t ask her to tell you about herself while you were getting to know each other?” He asked and I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “If I did ask, I won’t be asking this question right now, would I?” Lorenzo regarded me for a few seconds before rolling his eyes. “She’s the daughter of a whore.” He explained and my eyes widened because that was the last thing I expected him to say. “Oh.” I whispered because I had nothing else to say to that. Lorenzo snickered at the expression on my face.

Lorenzo whines before stepping away from us. To say that Lorenzo’s mother isn’t incredible would be a huge understatement. She is so loving and caring, and so much more. She is the sweetest and most wonderful person I have ever met. We spent hours chatting about Lorenzo’s childhood, my own, our future baby, and even about Lorenzo’s father. I found myself growing to love her just as I love my own mother. She truly is a remarkable woman. I can clearly see where Lorenzo inherited his traits and characteristics, which only makes me love him even more.