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anticipated Lucca’s reaction.
    The instigator of the hostile takeover threw out his offer.
    “Forty-five euros per share. My best offer. Take it or leave it,” the guy continued before lifting his cup of cappuccino.
    “You underestimate GM! GM is worth more than that!” he blurted angrily.
    “You overestimated your value. If your stink ever comes out of this boardroom, both you and I know share prices will slide into this quicksand you created. So cut your losses now…either way, I will still win in the end,” his opponent continued to rub it in. “It’s all up to you.”
    “What about my family? My employees?” he said though gritted teeth. His family members—three brothers and his sons all held positions within the company.
    The younger man’s eyes turned glacial.
    “I suggest they resign once I’m on board. That way, they will be spared the humiliation of being given the boot. As for your employees, my management team is impartial, and they will be assessed on their competencies and what they can contribute to the company.”
    Lucca leaned weakly at the backrest of his seat. He closed his eyes, his head hung low in defeat and tremendous loss. His weary eyes took in the set of documents placed in front of him. He knew what they represented. Once he affixed his signature, GM, the crown jewel of his family for five generations would all be forever lost.
    He was vanquished.
    He loathed the man who was forcing him to give his birthright up. Even then, he can’t help but admire what the business world had touted as “the boardroom devil”.
    Had he been younger, he’d put up a valiant boardroom brawl. But he was old now and he wanted to enjoy what was left of his remaining years.
    He’d still have enough money and assets if he chose to accept the man’s offer. He’d no longer be that billionaire that got mentioned in the top ten list of Fortune’s wealthiest…but at the moment, that was the least of his worries. After all, he’d still be a billionaire. If he played his cards right, he and his family would never be poor for the next generation or two.
    He sighed. Surrendering left a very bitter taste in his mouth.
    But survival came first than family pride.
    With a heavy heart, he reluctantly picked up his pen and signed over his company for the sum of fifteen billion euros, net of liabilities, to the handsome devil who led the dynamic, equally powerful Vitale Internacionale.
    A brilliant bastard by the name of Lonzo Vitale.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Jordana blinked in horror. This is not happening , she told herself.
    There were about fifty of them camped at the gate of her house.
    Paparazzi.
    One of them noticed her.
    Drat!
    “There she is!” the paparazzo shouted to the others. In mere seconds, endless clicks were heard as her front yard got illuminated from the flash of their powerful cameras. She hastily pulled the blinds shut before running to her bedroom to fetch her phone.
    Only one person came to mind at times like these. She had his number on speed dial.
    Leandro.
    Leandro would know what to do.
    She generally avoided calling him in the morning since he was never a morning person but today was an emergency.
    He picked up on the first ring.
    “This better be good, Dana—” he grouched.
    “L-Leandro?!” her voice sounded panicked even to her ears.
    “Dana? What’s wrong?!” his voice was suddenly alert, his earlier sleepiness gone.
    “I’m sorry to call but…they’re now at the doorstep of my house…I-I don’t even know how they found out I live here…they’re invading my privacy, Leandro—” she stammered.
    “Wait…wait…wait! Who’s at your house? The press?” he asked, trying to calm her down.
    “Worse. Paparazzi !”
    “What?! Why? What did you do?” he inquired next.
    She scoured her brain for a reason why she would warrant their attention. Then something registered. Something she did yesterday.
    “It was so stupid! I was so stupid! I was just