who stood before him with a file under his arm. An aura of tension hu

sked in a sharp voice, although a flash

are that every word he spoke would be scruti

documents. "Her name is Sofia Zelinski . She's been living in Rome for a few years and... there's one detai

he growled,

ree months

considered this scenario. Sofia Zelinski , the last link to Max, was carrying a child. He stood up, his eyebrows furrowed, h

er, more measured, although his dark

e a simple life. The information we have gathered indicates that she is alone, without close family. His fathe

l to believe that this man would have voluntarily spared his daughter from his sordid w

city seemed to absorb him, even if his mind was elsewhere. His decision wa

ge a meeting, but... I don't wan

reement, then asked, "How

me. Find me a discreet place, somewhere where I could bump into her "

en crossed paths. His cover was carefully prepared: a discreet businessman, a simple curious person pa

l discreet. Her face seemed absorbed in thought, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if she were carrying an invisible weigh

im. Sofia Zelinski ... Max's latest heir. She didn't seem to have anything in common with h

s his presence is not welcome. The man, of medium height, with messy hair and a worried expression, walked straight towards Sofia. She loo

to you," the man began in a shaky voice, gl

ect for her in that moment. She seemed to want to protect herself,

a soft but firm voice. "You can't come

ated. "I know, Sofia, but... look at you.

h all my might. But you left me alone as soon as you found

despite himself. He had expected a scene of reconciliation, a moment of weakness pe

eally am. I was scared... I thought I wouldn't

nd the strength to continue without you? » Her voice cracked slightly, a burst of pain showing throug

way, as if she wanted to erase his presence from her mind. Finally, Marc

e. She clenched her hands around her cup, her gaze lost, visibly trying to

omething he hadn't felt in a long time. Compassion, perhaps... or a d

i was definitely not his father, and it was this contrast that intrigued him. He then understood that he could not just observe i