In the private room of a luxurious Chinese restaurant, the aroma of jasmine tea filled the air. Isabella sat upright in her chair, wearing a simple, cream-colored dress, yet still exuding authority. She had chosen this location because she felt uncomfortable keeping her guest in her office for too long. Something instinctively repelled her from having a prolonged conversation in her office.
Before her sat a middle-aged man in a dark gray suit, with a gentle yet powerful gaze—Mr. Demon Alegra. Behind them stood two assistants: Siva, Isabella's loyal assistant, and Marco, Demon's right-hand man. Both stood at attention, as if this conversation could turn dangerous at any moment.
Demon stared at Isabella's young face with a mix of emotion and disbelief. She looked calm—too calm for a woman who had just learned that she might be related to the Alegra family. But it was precisely this calmness that convinced Demon that their family's blood truly flowed within Isabella.