Chapter 102Marco was finishing his shift, leaving the bright corridors and the smell of disinfectant behind, his grandfather's words were still playing in his head. His body was tired, but his mind was even heavier than his fatigue. He wanted to go home and sit in silence for a few minutes, to sort out the storm inside him.Just then, the phone rang. Marco's eyelids tightened as he saw the name on the screen—Isabel.That name wasn't just a person's identity; it was an old mistake, a kind of poisonous memory, and some questions that were never properly resolved. Marco usually avoided her. But in the silence of the night, the call felt unusually strong, as if some unrest was coming out of the phone and trying to choke him.He picked up the call.Isabel's voice came from the other end—broken, sharp, and unusually excited. Her words seemed to be running with her breath, unable to stop.Isabel almost shouted,“Marco! You come now! Now!”Marco was alert for a moment. Her voice was cold, b

Chapter 104A heavy silence hung over the room.The air seemed to stand still, and Jessica sat in the middle of that stillness.In front of her were some papers spread out on the table.They were the documents that Oscar, that is, Grandpa, had brought in his own hands and placed in front of her.Jessica's fingers were shaking.She was slowly turning the pages of the paper, looking at each line as if the words were hitting her.Her eyes suddenly stopped at one place.There was her own signature.The signature she had given for Rollins.The paper she had thought was part of the business process when she signed it.But now the paper clearly stated—The Messina family shares have been transferred to Marco's name.Something inside her chest cracked. She read the line again. Once more. But the words did not change—her own signature, his own handwriting—and with that signature, it was as if he had handed over his family. Her eyes filled with tears. Oscar was sitting back in his chair, a strange

Chapter 106Jessica was surrounded by a few guards. One of them had the barrel of a gun in his hand pressed against Jessica's head—the terror of that cold metal touch was clear on Jessica's face. Marco stood still a few steps away. His gaze first landed on Jessica's face. A sense of wonder and a kind of burning fear spread through his chest. Jessica's tear-stained eyes, and the gun next to his head—this scene was tearing away all control within him. He knew that these people take lives with words. And if the one who was made to stand in front of him was punished on the pretext of "pulling the heir to a mafia family," then no one would question him.The person in front of Marco was not just an old man—he was the embodiment of power. Oscar Giordano. Although his face showed signs of age, the sharpness of his eyes was intact. There was an authority in his expression that made questions irrelevant. He approached slowly, as if time itself moved according to its will. A few high-ranking