60. Divorce?

Salvatore D'Errico stood watching our approach with hooded eyes, his mouth set in a grim line and expression utterly inscrutable. As his piercing stare met mine from across the lobby, a muscle ticked in that severe jawline.

"What was he doing here?" I thought to myself as my eyes landed on Salvatore D'Errico's tall, imposing figure across the lobby. He was dressed immaculately in a clearly expensive dark suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs. With his chiseled jaw, intense eyes, and meticulous grooming, he looked more like a model.

Our gazes met briefly before he coolly looked away, refocusing his attention elsewhere with studied nonchalance. A small crease formed between my brows as confusion swirled within me. Why was Giovanni's half-brother?

Then I remembered that Giovanni said he was his lawyer.

I cut my eyes towards Giovanni, searching his expression for any hint of clarification, but his features remained a mask of casual indifference. He simply stood beside