Chapter24 Dinner

“Why are you so emotionally constipated? You’re an adult, Dante. Couldn’t you just tell your wife you want to help her? Why do you have to act like some sort of stalker?” Dante lifted his gaze, his piercing stare falling on the man sitting relaxed just in front of his desk. Homer Fiore was his righthand man whom he had known since childhood, so even though he was taking jabs at him, Dante remained silent and could only glare at him. “Didn’t I order you to do an errand?” he lazily said as he removed the cigarette from his mouth and snuffed it out on the glass ashtray at the edge of his desk. “What errand? You mean hijacking that casino owned by Blightscion?” Homer chuckled. “You’re so ruthless, calling that an errand like I’m picking you up milk and not massacring a bunch of hooligans and suspicious civilians.” Dante turned off the recording device that was transmitting Aurelia’s voice. He had heard enough; he had to thank those advisors for being sensible enough to remind her she