CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO - THE LONG NIGHT

Amelia felt a chill run down her spine. "What are you talking about?" Michael began to pace the room, his words coming faster now. "I've watched from afar for years, seeing the mistakes, the missed opportunities. Alessandro may have good intentions, but he lacks the vision, the ruthlessness needed to keep the De Laurentis empire on top." "That's not true," Amelia said, but a seed of doubt had been planted. She glanced at Alessandro, who stood rigid, his fists clenched at his sides. Michael pressed on, his voice taking on a persuasive tone. "Think about it, Amelia. The company's growth has stagnated under Alessandro's leadership. We're losing ground to our competitors. If something isn't done soon, everything your grandfather built will crumble." Amelia shook her head, trying to clear the confusion. "But why Dante? Why go behind our backs?" Michael's eyes gleamed. "Dante understands the real world, the way things truly work. He has connections, resources that could propel De Lauren