phin
vanni's eyes gleamed with a greedy, desperate hunger, waiting for me
into his calculating eyes, letting the silence st
Russo?" I asked, my v
He straightened his posture, trying to summon the authority
dire*), I replied, effectively sever
tion were palpable. He was already comparing me to the
initial shock had morphed into a venomous indignation. "You have no manners.
just a fraction. The temperature in the room seemed to plummet. I let the aura of 'Nine'-the Syndicate
erile, distant titles on my tongue. "What makes
as genuine, primal fear flashed in her eyes. She opene
I was rude... their grave is
ed to regain control. "You will learn respect," he demanded, though he kept a careful distanc
nd's words. "Bianca is elegant. She has flawless etiquette, she plays the p
r desperate bragging like a scalpel. "She
currency that truly mattered. The wor
ay that counts!" Caterina shrieked, her hands
ess" (*un valore null
r. Bianchi to demand a second DNA test. She couldn't fathom that her 'noble' bloodline had produced somethin
e when the grandfather clock ch
ttier battlefield. She waved over a terrified maid hovering ne
rs," Caterina ordered,
, and down a narrow, uncarpeted corridor on the second floor. She stopped
e. The air smelled faintly of mildew and neglect. It was a maid's quarters. A b
pression unreadable. "Is the
apron. "N-no, Miss. Mrs. Russo
the adopted girl
in hall," she whispered, her eyes darting ne
e through the tiny window, then turned
to her ro
, Mrs. Ru
to her ro

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