"And Matteo?" Gregor continued. "You think that stingy old man will leave his casinos just because of a party? Even if he comes here, all he'll do is complain about his useless nephew till morning comes, and for Lorenzo, his backup already got fried, I'll be expecting to see his own obituary soon, so what is the need of coming to an occasion like this?" Gregor scoffs, but then Jacob taps him on the shoulder, and points towards the entrance.
"You were saying?" Jacob gives him a slight mocking nudge on the shoulder. "Looks like your old man isn't ready for an obituary yet." He scoffs as they see Lorenzo walk in in a brown suit, and an expensive looking walking stick, that sinister look on his face as always.
And he walks past them, menacingly eyeing them all. "Grouchy old man," Gregor hisses.
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