Episode 9

His eyes gleamed with excitement, like a cunning fox who had achieved what he wanted. The stage was set, and Igor couldn't resist continuing his performance. He leaned in closer to Enrico, as if they were familiar and intimate.

"Has the wedding banquet been scheduled, husband?"

The question lingered in the air. Would Igor die if he didn't do something shocking? Because that's how everyone felt in that moment, shocked by his actions and words. Enrico's subordinates almost thought they were dreaming.

A wedding banquet? Husband? Enrico's subordinates thought Igor was being audacious. How could he say something like that to the head of the Moretti family? What they found even more strange was that Enrico hadn't lost his patience with him yet.

Normally, Enrico would have put an end to Igor's provocations and jokes long ago, but he was indulging in them.

Old Francesco also had a completely disbelieving expression. His least valued grandson was getting involved with the head of the Moretti family in such a way? It was becoming too ridiculous.

Enrico didn't say anything, and no one took this opportunity to speak up. The deadly silence hung in the air. Igor blinked at him and encouraged with a smile.

"What do you say?"

Mr. Moretti looked at the smiling face in front of him, subtly rubbing the tips of his fingers for a moment, and gave his definitive answer.

"How about tonight?"

Seeing that the wedding joke was becoming a reality, Andrea couldn't hold back and intervened again.

"How could this work? Isn't this too childish?" Her control was slipping away.

"Childish? Wasn't it you who insisted that I marry someone from the Moretti family?" Igor straightened up, his eyes gleaming with mockery. "Now that I agreed to do it, are you trying to stop me? Don't you think you should bless me?"

Igor spoke bluntly, exposing Andrea's possible thoughts. After what he had discovered earlier, he was disgusted with that family and didn't care about exposing them in that way, regardless of who was listening.

"Igor, my mother didn't mean that, don't misunderstand," Jone spoke up to defend his mother.

Jone took a step forward, raising a question to the older members of the family.

"The issue is that, initially, the agreement was supposed to be with the secondary branch of the Moretti family since they are divided into two. Wouldn't it be interesting to break the agreement?"

The old man paid attention to his grandson's words. Enrico was the uncle of the young man who would marry Igor. He stayed silent for a while, but after that remark, he decided to speak.

"Sir Enrico, the Rossi family had already agreed to the marriage between the young man from the second Moretti family and my grandson, but suddenly, you... Well, it would be difficult for us to explain this situation if it spread."

Enrico intervened in the wedding matter, which shouldn't have happened since it was between the Rossi family and the second Moretti family. What was most important to Francesco in this situation was that if Igor married the young man, he could still obtain some commercial benefits. But if Igor married Enrico, how could he obtain those benefits? Unless the other party wanted it, he couldn't get anything.

"Neither family has sent invitations or held an engagement banquet. If you don't spread this situation, how could it leave this place?" He lifted his eyes, and his words carried an absolute repression.

"Even if it spreads, who would dare gossip about the private matters of my family?"

Igor looked at Enrico with interest, feeling more and more that this man was truly to his liking, and helped to add.

"Grandfather, Enrico and I are now considered consensual, it is a happy event and not shameful. The tone of his second word was quite provocative, he wanted to imply that before, yes, it could be considered something very shameful, since he was being forced to marry someone else, but at that moment, both he and Enrico were agreeing to that marriage. His grandfather, once again, became furious and tried to reprimand him."

"You..."

"I can, of course, handle this matter with my family. So, I believe there is no longer any need to bother Mr. Francesco with this matter."

Enrico ended that subject with these words, he put his golden-framed glasses back on and tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair.

"Nathaniel," he called for his assistant.

"I understand, sir."

The well-mannered assistant understood the order without him needing to say many words, they moved away, making way for Enrico, who turned the wheelchair and purposefully looked at Igor.

"Are you coming?"

"Of course."

Igor replied and left the house without looking back. The old man looked at the backs of the two people walking away and felt an unsettling sensation, the plans they had for his grandson had all gone down the drain and it would be worrying if Igor decided to retaliate against everything that had happened during all those years in that family.