As Matteo Amorielle's birthday dinner came to an end, the atmosphere in the dining room had turned into a tense silence. Laughter and lively conversations had been replaced by cautious glances and whispered words. It was as if everyone was aware of the imminent battle between Matteo and Vittorio.

Matteo, seated at the head of the table, slowly stood up, his gaze firm and determined as he surveyed the room. As the murmurs around him subsided, he raised his glass in a solemn gesture, ...