CHAPTER 47

MARTINO’S POV

I was in my private study when the telephone rang. I didn’t waste time picking it up—I already had a strong hunch who might be calling—and put it on loudspeaker.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Delson." The familiar voice of my 'little birdie' echoed in the quiet of my study.

"Hang on. I'm coming." I stood up and walked to check if the door was locked.

Once I confirmed it was locked, and with the walls being soundproof, I felt confident no one could ...