Chapter 142

Vincenzo POV

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and the unshakable scent of betrayal. Power--hungry men sat around the table, their shadows stretching across the walls like predators circling prey.

"Are you accusing me of ordering the destruction of your properties and goods?" the President asked, his voice steady but his gaze sharp. I exhaled slowly, meeting his eyes with an unreadable expression.

"If you claim to have left the world of power, shouldn't the loss of illegal weapons mean nothing to you?" he added, leaning back in his chair, his tone laced with challenge.

"Ah," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I see where this is going. But tread carefully... Don't forget, I'm the reason—"

"You're not the reason, Mr. Volkov," he snapped, cutting me off. "The reason