He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 42
Dante frowned.
“Stay in the car.”
He walked toward them.
At the front of the group stood an old man in a dark gray coat, his white hair combed neatly, an ebony cane in his hand.
Vittorio Moretti.
Dante’s father had died young, and Vittorio was still the head of the Moretti family. Dante controlled the harbor and the European routes, but he had not yet formally taken the highest seat.
As the old man spoke, the tip of his cane tapped the ground. Dante lowered his head to listen, his posture respectful, though his expression was tense.
Ten minutes later, he returned and opened the car door.
“My grandfather wants to see you.”
“Now?”
“Now.”