THE FACTORY THAT CHANGED

"The sooner, the better, Grandpa. My brothers asked you to leave tomorrow night. Sooner or later, this house won’t be safe anymore. You’re living in a mafia zone," Feli said while adjusting her seat.

Grandpa Lance understood that. Eventually, this place would be targeted by rival gangs. He was, after all, one of the most well-known businessmen in Italy.

No one could predict what kind of enemy would come tomorrow—friend or foe. Even friends could turn and attack without mercy.

After persuading Grandpa Lance, the two women left his room and joined Brucce and Evan. Evan hoped their grandfather would finally agree to relocate, at least temporarily.

"How did it go?" Evan asked seriously.

"We're leaving tomorrow night. I don’t want to delay it any longer. This place could be attacked anytime," Feli replied.