The table fell into a charged silence.
Alessandro let out a low, mocking scoff after hearing Bianca's words. He used his finger to pick out a strand of Elena's silky hair and began twerling it before leaning back in his chair with a dark smirk.
"Oh, come on, Bianca," he drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You of all people should understand. After all, my father had to work quite hard for you, didn't he? You're not cheap."
Bianca's perfectly composed face cracked for a split second. A flash of embarrassment and fury crossed her features before she forced her smile back into place. Her fingers tightened around her coffee cup.
So Alessandro was indirectly calling her a gold digger who was after Matteo's money. It was true but hearing it like that in the midst of people was shameful.
Matteo's glass hit the table with a loud clink.
His eyes narrowed dangerously as he turned his gaze to his son.
"What the fuck did you just say?" he growled, voice low and menacing.
