Chapter 370 : Cruel

*Giovani*

Again.

They’d struck again.

“Bastards,” I growled under my breath, barely two seconds from launching my fists through the fucking wall.

It took a great deal of self-restraint to make it here without snapping at everyone around me, especially Olivia. Her disappointment of heading back was suffocating, probably dripping off her in waves, but there was nothing I could do.

They’d fucking done it again.

I would have preferred to remain in Paris, too, but I had responsibilities and a duty to the family, something Olivia still didn’t understand.

I took a deep breath, correcting myself. My own guilt of rushing her back was intertwined with my anger, both creating a bomb ready to explode at any minute. It wasn’t fair of me to lecture Olivia.

She would’ve left me long ago if she wasn’t the patient and kind soul she was.