Chapter 70 It Was All a Lie

When the banquet ended, Alessandro didn't return to the estate. He went alone to a private bar in the city. There was no noisy music there. All it had was dim lighting and liquor. He gulped down glass after glass of whiskey. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat and into his stomach, but it couldn't suppress the frustration he felt. He kept replaying the scene at the banquet, with Lucia's impassive gaze and Elena's clumsy fake fall. Details he had deliberately neglected in the past began to emerge. Elena was materialistic and rude to the maids, and she also showed a vulgarity that Alessandro found jarring. Was she really the Elena who hadn't even been able to bear stepping on an ant? People did change, but this change seemed far too dramatic. "Paolo." Alessandro took out his phone and called a confidante. "Don Rossi." "Come and meet me at the bar. Bring the cases from back then." Half an hour later, Paolo arrived in a hurry. He was carrying a black briefcase and ha