After Dante arrived at the location where the incident took place, the first thing he did was carefully assessing Steve's condition. Relief washed through him when he realized the chauffeur hadn't suffered any serious injuries.Aside from a few bruises, his torn clothes, and the visible shock lingering on his face, Steve appeared largely unharmed."How did it happen?" Dante asked, unable to hide the confusion in his voice.Steve lowered his head and released an exhausted sigh."Master, once again, I'm deeply sorry about this.""It's okay," Dante replied calmly. He squatted down to Steve who was sitting on the bare floor. His facial expression showing trauma.Dante's gesture alone surprised Steve. Most wealthy employers would have exploded in anger after learning that a bespoke Rolls-Royce worth a fortune had been stolen. But in Dante's case, his expression remained unfazed, composed."So tell me how did it happen?" he said, maintaining eye contact.Despite sympathizing with Steve, Da

"Why did you tell Jane that you're pregnant with my child?"The question hit Giulia like a bolt of lightning. For a brief moment, her entire body froze.Never in her wildest imagination had she expected anyone to discover that she was the one who had sent that message to Jane.She had been extremely careful. She had sent the text anonymously, leaving no clue that could lead back to her, but look where we are.A wave of panic surged through her chest.Her heart began pounding violently against her ribs as countless thoughts raced through her mind.How did he find out? Did I really send it anonymously?For a second, guilt threatened to reveal itself on her face, but she quickly suppressed it.Lifting her head, she forced herself to look at Dante with an innocent look."Who said I told Jane that?" she asked, responding with a question of her own.The words left her lips smoothly, but they lacked confidence.Dante stared at her without blinking.His expression remained calm, yet there was

It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon when Dante closed for the day.Unlike his usual routine, he had deliberately wrapped up today's work much earlier than normal. As he walked through the company premises towards his private parking lot, his pace remained steady, but his thoughts were far away from the building.Halfway there, a sudden realisation struck him."I haven't even called him, and I'm already leaving to see him," he muttered beneath his breath.The thought drew a sigh from him before he could stop it. It wasn't loud, but it was noticeable enough to attract a few curious glances from nearby employees. Some briefly looked his way before continuing with whatever they were doing.Dante noticed the subtle gestures, but it didn't move him. At that moment, he had far more important things occupying his mind.Without paying attention to the curious stares, he continued walking until he reached his sleek black car. Standing besides it, he slipped a hand into his pocket and

The car swerved violently out of its lane to the pedestrian lane. That was when it dawned on Dante that he had hit someone. However, he did avoid the truck.The realization crashed into him harder than even a physical blow.Although he had successfully avoided colliding with the truck, the outcome was far from what he had intended. In his desperate attempt to prevent one disaster, he had created another."No..." he muttered under his breath.His fingers tightened around the steering wheel as disbelief swept through him. The entire incident had happened so quickly that his mind struggled to process it.For several seconds, he remained frozen behind the wheel, staring blankly ahead.When he finally came back to his memory, he hastily pushed the car door open and stepped out.The moment his feet touched the ground, he realized things had already spiraled beyond his control.People have started gathering. Individuals from nearby shops, pedestrians, and passersby all rushed toward the scen

After Dante left the police station, night had already settled over the city.As Dante stepped into the parking lot and headed towards his car, exhaustion settled into his bones.Only then did he remember Maverick. The realisation struck him like a punch in the chest.He had completely missed the meeting. To top it off, Maverick had called several times, but he didn't answer any of them, nor did he return the call."He would probably be thinking I intentionally refused to answer," he muttered silently."From his perspective, it would seem as though I had deliberately ignored him. There was no reason for him to assume otherwise."Only if Maverick knew what Dante got into that made him physically present but absent-minded the moment the phone was ringing."He stared at the screen again and sighed heavily."He must be furious."The longer he looks at the phone, the more uncomfortable he becomes.Dante considered returning the call immediately, but something popped up in his head, making a