Salvatore’s POV: “Do we need to go back and check on things?” I was contemplating how to handle the divorce with that woman when Alex reminded me. “No need,” I scoffed coldly. A woman of no relevance to me isn’t worth my concern. “Handle it as you see fit.” The woman at Leone residence committed infidelity during our marriage. Regardless of the truth, such rumors mean she’s finished. I tossed the documents in my hand to Alex. “Dispose of these.” “Yes, sir.” I settled comfortably on the sofa, gathering my thoughts on how to deal specifically with two women. One, a wife I’ve never met but rumored to have cheated, and another, a married woman whose company I thoroughly enjoy in intimacy. One needs to be dealt with silently, the other to be claimed by my side. But these are trivial matters; Alex has been with me for many years and knows my mind well. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Come in!” “Godfather, Mrs. Leone has already signed the divorce papers.” The entrant was Mr. Zion, my personal lawyer and one of the nation’s top attorneys, who has accomplished many seemingly impossible tasks for me. This time I gave him a simple task. After it’s done, he can take a vacation. He handed me the divorce papers signed by Bella. He’s always been efficient, which I appreciate. I thought about the call that came from Leone residence as I took the divorce papers from Mr. Zion and flipped through them. “How did she look when you saw her?” I recalled the call to Alex about her alleged infidelity. “Quite normal.” “Is that so?” It seems my estranged wife, whom I’ve never met, has a strong constitution. She stayed at Leone residence for three years, and even with the infidelity rumors surfacing at the brink of our divorce, she showed no fear. Perhaps she was afraid inside, but dared not show it on her face. My marriage to the Rizzo family was orchestrated solely by my mother. I had only one reason to agree to it. It was for my sick grandmother, to fulfill her desire to see her family united. Now that my grandmother has recovered, I no longer need that woman. I’ve never even seen this nominal wife of mine, not even sure what she’s called. But as a businessman managing numerous ventures, I distinctly remember that when we formed ties with the Rizzo family, they asked for a sponsorship of 7 million for their company, and over these three years, they’ve taken full advantage of their connection to me. I expected this divorce might lead the Rizzo family to demand a third of my assets, but their swift agreement was surprisingly pleasing. “Bella?” This name seemed familiar; I hurriedly flipped to the last page of the document. The woman’s delicate signature caught my eye like a feather falling into a lake, causing a slight ripple. “Her name is Bella?” I looked up, slightly puzzled, at Mr. Zion. “Yes, her name is Bella.” Mr. Zion looked a bit confused, not understanding why such a simple, common name would catch my attention. But only I knew the truth behind it all, remembering Alex’s words just now. In the next second. These unrelated matters suddenly connected in my mind, forming a complete story. “Cancel the agreement.” I wasn’t in the mood to explain further; I quickly handed the documents back to him and stood up, heading for the door. “Alex.” I called, hoping Alex hadn’t yet started dealing with my wife’s supposed infidelity. “Godfather?” “Get the car ready, we’re going back to Leone residence. I want to handle the matters there personally.”