ntless attempts at persuasion grew tiresome. She raised an

xasperation. "Let's not pretend that this is anything more than a

moment, a flicker of frustration crossing his

ed smoothly, his voice laced with forced patie

s words, her gaze narrowing as she

torted, her tone firm. "But if you'll excu

e made her way towards the exit. Alessandro watched her go with a mixture of frus

escape the suffocating presence of Alessandro Romano. She hurried down th

casting long shadows across the room. With a sense of urgency tinglin

sistant, answered promptly. "Boss, what can I do for yo

y detail you can find on a man named Alessandro Romano and specifically the woman that was present with him i

ssed Rowan's request. "Consider it done, boss," he replied finally,

ities. He knew that Alessandro Romano was a name to be reckoned with in the world of

ing back to work and he picked up the p

voice at the other end of the line, the faint stra

a favor from you. I need the guest list from last night, a

t. "I'm sorry, Kyle, but I'm not sure if I can help you with that," he replied cautiou

e surface. He knew that Marco was just doing

distant sound of voices and laughter mingling with the static on

"I'll see what I can do. But you o

his eyes glued to the screen as he waited for the email conta

s. The guest list was extensive, filled with names both fami

o other name mentioned in the list of

e and begins to scan through the footage fr

er of the bar, his charm and charisma on full dis

to frustration. The angle of the camera obscured the woman's

sterious woman had been dashed. Without a clear view of her face, they were no closer to unra

s of their next move. They had found Alessandro, but without knowing the identi

yle's mind. If they couldn't identify the woman directly,

r again, he waited anx

need to know if there are any other hidden cameras in the bar, on

what you see is what we've got," he replied. "We only hav

terred. "Thanks anyway, Marco," he responded, conceali

hone, Kyle mulled

way to Rowan's office, the weight of

owan engrossed in paperwork. "Boss

on Kyle. "What did you find?" he inquire

last night," he explained. "But unfortunately, the footage doesn't provide a clear view of his

ssed the information. "I see," he murmured, his mind already r

Rowan's praise. "Is there anything else you need from

d. "Not for now," he

he balcony, her thoughts consumed by the events of the night before. With a heavy heart, she gazed out at

Amara turned to see her father, Vincent Moretti, approach

as he took a seat beside her. "I heard about your meeting with

he searched for the right words to say. "No, Father," she admitted re

a's hand. "I'm sorry to hear that, my dear," he said softly. "But you must u

Father," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. "But please, give me a

n his eyes. "Amara, you know I only want what's best for you," he said gently.

ther," she said firmly. "But I can't ignore my instincts. I don't trust Alessandro

ough his hair in frustration. "Amara, my dear," he began again, his tone gentle yet firm. "