Chapter Thirty - The Crossroads of Destiny

Their investigation, however, didn't go unnoticed. As Amelia left the De Laurentis mansion one evening to pick up some documents from her apartment, she felt the prickle of eyes on her back. Quickening her pace, she fumbled for her phone, ready to call Alessandro. Before she could dial, a hand clamped over her mouth, dragging her into a nearby alley. Amelia struggled, her heart pounding in her chest as she was pushed against a wall. "Well, well," a voice sneered, and Amelia found herself face to face with Marco Visconti, one of Giancarlo's oldest friends and, as they had recently discovered, one of the key players in the conspiracy. "If it isn't Alessandro's little detective. You've been causing quite a stir, my dear." Amelia glared at him, trying to mask her fear with defiance. "Let me go," she demanded, her voice steadier than she felt. Marco chuckled, the sound sending chills down her spine. "I'm afraid I can't do that. You see, you and Alessandro have become quite the nuisance.