A Ruthless Mafia Boss Cornered a Maid's Toddler — Until the Child Whispered a Secret That Stopped His Heart

"She was just leaving, Silvio," Dante said smoothly, his face instantly transforming into a mask of calm, emotionless authority. He gave Rosa a subtle, reassuring nod. "Rosa, go to the nursery and stay with Sophia."

Silvio sneered, watching Rosa hurry past his guards into the hallway. "You're getting soft, Dante. Letting servants linger in your private study? In the old days, your father would have had her fired on the spot for interrupting council business."

Dante poured a fresh glass of bourbon, handing it to the old underboss. "My father is dead, Silvio. And I manage my household as I see fit. Now, what is this emergency?"

Silvio tossed the leather folder onto Dante's desk with a self-satisfied smirk.

"The board has finalized the audit for Elena's charitable foundation," Silvio declared smoothly, leaning against the edge of the mahogany desk. "Due to recent market downturns and severe financial mismanagement by the former accounting staff, the foundation is completely bankrupt. We need to liquidate the remaining assets and close the account permanently."

Dante took a slow, deliberate sip of his drink, his eyes fixing on Silvio's face like a predator watching its prey.

"Bankrupt?" Dante repeated softly. "Fifty million dollars... vanished into thin air?"

"Regrettable, but true," Silvio lied without flinching, putting on a fake expression of mournful sympathy. "Elena would be heartbroken, of course, but it’s time to let the past go, Don Falcone. Sign the liquidation papers so we can move on."

Dante picked up the gold pen on his desk, rolling it between his fingers as a quiet, terrifying smile touched the corner of his lips.