A Mafia Boss Saved His Brother’s Heir From Execution — Until She Dropped the Sealed Wax Note That Unmasked the Real Traitor

Julian quickly cleared his throat, desperately trying to regain his composure as news cameras in the room began flashing rapidly.

"Dante! Thank God!" Julian declared, stepping forward with outstretched arms, trying to perform a loving embrace for the audience. "My guards reported an attack at your lounge! I was told you were dead!"

Dante didn't move an inch. As Julian approached, Dante reached out his left hand, pressing his palm firmly against Julian’s chest, holding him six feet away.

"Save the performance, Julian," Dante said softly, his voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper that only Julian could hear. "The glass didn't work."

Julian’s eyes twitched with pure, unadulterated panic. He took a subtle step back, his eyes darting toward the four armed guards positioned at the ballroom exits.

"I don't know what you're talking about, brother," Julian hissed under his breath, his teeth gritted. "You're humiliating us in front of the Senator and the press. Whatever delusion you have, we can discuss it in private!"

"There will be no private discussions," Elena said, stepping onto the stage holding a slim metallic briefcase.

She walked directly over to the main multimedia control station beside the bandstand. Before Julian’s personal guards could react, two heavy men in dark suits—Dante’s most loyal lieutenants—stepped out from the crowd and pinned Julian’s guards against the marble pillars.

Elena plugged a small USB drive into the ballroom’s main projection system.

"What is she doing?" Julian shrieked, dropping all pretense of calm as he pointed at Elena. "Guards! Arrest her! She’s an intruder!"