Chapter 135 Getting Back What's His

The entire journey from Florence to Monaco was a battle against his own rage. Alessandro’s hands clenched and unclenched, his jaw tight as he tried to keep his fury in check. The hours dragged on, each minute heightening his anxiety. By the time his jet touched down in Nice, he was barely holding it together. As soon as the plane's door opened, Alessandro stormed down the steps, his eyes blazing with a cold fire. Matteo was already waiting near the car, leaning against the sleek black vehicle with a look of tense anticipation. He straightened as Alessandro approached, his expression mirroring the intensity in his friend's eyes.