Clifford sat alone at the restaurant, slowly turning the wine in his glass. His mind was racing.
Victor's sudden outburst wasn't just about business—it felt personal. That kind of reaction could only mean one thing: Elena was still working behind the scenes.
He let out a soft sigh and took a sip of wine, his jaw clenched. The board had started supporting Victor, even agreeing with his big decisions. His father's plan to push Victor out of the company was becoming harder to pull off.
"I need something," Clifford whispered, eyes narrowing. "Something I can use against Elena… something strong enough to stop her from ever coming back to the Moretti Foundation."
…..
Back at Elena's house, the air was warm and smelled like fresh herbs from the pasta Stella had prepared for her.
They sat at the small dining table, laughing as they ate. Soft jazz music played in the background.
"Victor is seriously not okay in the head," Elena said, shaking her head with a playful smile.
