CHAPTER 127 I'm not interested

　　Lorenzo's POV

　　No, in most cases I prefer to shoot before asking questions.

　　"Does this guy seem like the type that'll give a straight answer?" Alessandro points at them.

　　"Not if I crush their balls, cut them off, and shove them down their throats, watching in utter satisfaction as they choke on it."

　　"That's way too graphic, Lorenzo. You've given me a very vivid mental picture. Thanks a lot," Alessandro looks like he's about to be sick.

　　"Did they manage to take anything?" Gio questioned.

　　"No."

　　"I'm sure my father sent them here. I can bet on it."

　　"Of course, so fucking predictable."

　　"He must have thought they were well-trained in the act of espionage," I said, closing the other drawers.

　　"Why would Riccardo send them to spy on you today, of all days? Didn't he think this through?"

　　"Because he thought everyone's attention and focus would be on the party," I pointed out.