Chapter 100: His

Chapter 100: His           "Are the arrangements for tonight in place?" Bartholomew asked, his voice carrying the weight of authority.   Marco nodded curtly. "Yes. The private dining hall at L'Empyrean has been reserved exclusively for the meeting. Security is already stationed within a two-block radius. The Castellanos will arrive at precisely eight o'clock."   Bartholomew swirled the whiskey in his glass before taking a slow sip. "Good. This is not just another business dinner, Marco. This is a matter of legacy."   Marco remained silent, knowing exactly what the older man meant. The engagement between Grace and Leonard Castellano's son wasn't about love—it was about power. A union that would merge two formidable families into an even stronger empire.   Bartholomew set his glass down with a quiet clink. "Leonard Castellano is putting effort into this arrangement. He is, after all, entrusting his son with my bloodline. I intend to show him the same courtesy." His sharp gaze flicked up