Chapter 62
Arthur Sterling, a disgraced corporate litigator from Evelyn’s past before she entered the Falcone estate, cornered her near the marble sculpture plinth. Evelyn did not flinch as the older man invaded her personal space. She stood perfectly straight, her fair, rosy cheeks betraying no fear. "Evelyn," Arthur sneered, his American accent slurred slightly by expensive champagne. "You have certainly moved up in the world. From a quiet tutor to a billionaire's wife." "You are trespassing, Arthur," Evelyn stated softly, her voice carrying a freezing, absolute authority she had learned directly from her husband. "Security will escort you out." "Not before you pay me," Arthur hissed, pulling a flash drive from his pocket. "I have fabricated documents that link your new husband’s holding companies to a massive federal embezzlement scheme. It will trigger a national audit. Pay me ten million dollars, or I hand this to the commission." Evelyn stared at him, feeling absolutely no panic, only a profound pity for his sheer stupidity. Before she could call the guards, a towering, terrifying shadow fell over them both. Domenico stepped seamlessly behind Arthur, his polished leather shoes completely silent on the marble. The temperature in the immediate vicinity plummeted to absolute zero.
