An hour later,
Vincenzo and Seraphina left the mansion, accompanied by a small convoy of his most trusted guards. The black cars moved like shadows on the road, silent and disciplined, a reminder of the power he carried everywhere he went.
But halfway through the ride, Vincenzo suddenly tapped the glass divider. “Stop the car.”
The vehicle rolled to a halt on the quiet stretch of road. Vincenzo stepped out, his sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings with practiced precision. He didn’t trust anyone, not even the air around them. After a long moment, he motioned for his guards to retreat.
“You’re dismissed. All of you, including the driver.”
The guards obeyed without question, though some cast quick glances at Seraphina before disappearing into their cars. Within minutes, the road
