The imposing figure of Dante walked into the room with Pablo and Raul. His expression was relaxed and indifferent. Alex and Jayde followed behind them. All five of them looked mysterious in their all-black outfits and matching temperaments.

Nicolo, who saw his enemy arrive, immediately furrowed his brow. His eyes narrowed for a moment before becoming sharper and colder. His hand gripped Natalie’s waist tightly.

Meanwhile, Natalie didn’t move at all. Her gaze was fixed on Dante with a complex mix of emotions. How long had they been apart? Did Dante still care about her? Did he miss her as much as she always missed him? Was he surprised by...