Suspicious...

ANTONIO'S POV

Suspicious.

I just seem so sure of it. The call wasn't a genuine one.

Either I am being put to the test or Don is playing a trick on me.

As a sharp one, I didn't bother questioning myself for too long.

“Miranda, I have to be somewhere. I will be back by evening,” I said as I put on my shirt.

“And your meal? What would happen to it? You need to take something before you leave,” she said in a caring tone.

The aroma of the food was already tempting but this is Don we are talking about.

Who knows? He might already be on his way to the mansion. Now that he is doing things to spite me, I presume.

I still don't want to believe that call was made ordinarily by Vance.

“It can't be!” I snapped.

Like a sudden reaction, I grabbed my car keys nearby and headed to the Ferrari parked outside the V-lodge, a name I gave my house during my time of purchasing it from another private individual.

I was off to the mansion when a thought captured my attention. “What if that was actually Don Vi