“I don’t know what’s going on in your mind, Dad,” Natalie said coldly, her eyes locked onto his. It confused her to no end—why had her father invited Amanda to their breakfast after everything he’d done to Norwan?

“This is insane,” she muttered under her breath, a sarcastic chuckle escaping her lips. She couldn’t believe it.

“You told me they’re our enemies,” Natalie said, her voice sharp, waiting for the Don’s response. He stared at her with a serious look, not a word leaving his lips. Amanda, equally silent, kept her gaze fixed on Don Grego, her face unreadable, as if waiting for him to break the silence.

“What is...