Chapter 76

Alistair’s POV

I was sitting behind my polished mahogany desk, my eyes fixated on a stack of reports when my assistant’s voice cut through the quiet hum of my office. “Mr. DeWitts is here to see you,” she announced, her tone betraying a hint of nerves I chose to ignore. I lowered my pen and ran a hand through my hair. What could he want this time?

I straightened in my leather chair and said in a measured, emotionless voice, “Send him in.”

Almost immediately, the double doors swung open to admit my father, Mr. DeWitts, flanked by that insufferable Lorenzo Moretti. My pulse tightened. I knew this meant an exhausting session of ultimatums and veiled threats. I heaved a silent sigh, bracing myself for the long day ahead.

Father advanced toward me, his expression unreadable. He settled into the chair opposite my desk with an air of authority. Salvatore lingered behind him, eyes cold and calculating.

I folded my arms and asked bluntly, “What do you wan