Chapter 240

He returned home that evening, drained, flush, and still without a clue what to do; climbing down from the car, he raised his head to find her at the window, a glass of wine in her hold.

She locked eye contact with him, then, in annoyance, she pulled back away from sight and brought the curtains down.

He sighed, unbuttoning his jacket and walking into the house, nodding his head at greetings thrown at him in all directions and making his way into his office.

He wasn't ready to face her now; he knew she was angry; what else could explain why she didn't pick up his calls, turning off her phone and finally blocking his number?

On his way to the office, Noah met him, "Welcome back, sir,"

"Any news I'm supposed to know about?"

"I'll start with the most important," Noah began, "Fabio Conti hitting the phone in the office nonstop,"

With what was on the ground, that didn't seem like a problem, at least not to him anymore; he didn't want to be bugged. He ju