Chapter 2 - The Demanded Apology
The entire mansion hall went completely, suffocatingly silent. The house manager held his breath, terrified that Dante was going to completely lose his temper on the child.
Sophie didn't look scared. She didn't cower. She tilted her head all the way back just to see Dante’s face, clutching her stuffed rabbit in one hand.
With her free hand, the four-year-old raised a tiny, fierce finger and pointed it directly up at the towering boss.
"You need to apologize to my mommy," Sophie demanded, her small voice echoing loudly off the marble walls.
Dante froze. His natural micro-expressions shifted from lethal anger to absolute, profound disbelief. He stared down at the tiny girl in the yellow cardigan as if she were a ghost. In his entire life, no one had ever demanded an apology from him. Men twice his size had begged for their lives on this exact floor.
Lucia gasped, dropping a piece of broken porcelain. Her face went even paler, if that was possible. She scrambled forward on her knees, desperately grabbing Sophie’s small arm to pull her back.
"Sophie, please," Lucia begged, her voice cracking with sheer panic. "Don't say that. Mommy made a mistake. I'm sorry, Mr. Dante, please, she's just a child!"
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But Sophie wouldn't be moved. She pulled her arm out of her mother's grasp.
👉 What is Sophie going to say that completely disarms the ruthless mafia boss?
