Angelo, the night guard stationed at the main gate of the Vincenzo estate, glanced up at the bright headlights illuminating the entrance as a sleek car pulled up, awaiting permission to enter. In the darkness, Angelo couldn't make out the driver clearly, but he assumed it was Oliver behind the wheel. Who else would dare to take one of the Mafia Boss' prized cars? Little did he know, it was his desperate fiancée, plotting her daring escape.
Flashing her lights in a familiar manner, mimicking Oliver's routine, Emerald caught Angelo's attention. With a nod of acknowledgment, Angelo pressed the button to open the gates, allowing the driver, whom he believed to be Oliver, to pass through. As Emerald drove past, a wave of relief washed over her. Her heart raced with adrenaline as she stepped on
