The strawberry's taste mixed with the aftermath of his thought made the protein more palatable to his taste bud. He kept turning in his chair, ruling in every possibility of having found Vladimir's long-lost daughter.
It would be funny if that was true because a priced gold was under his roof and in his grip.
Lorenzo chuckled at the craziness before waving it off. Matteo shortly entered. "We open in four days and Vladimir is coming," he informed him.
"I thought you didn't want any connection with the old man."
"Your thoughts are incoherent and subject to change. Moreover, I didn't say I wasn't on good terms with him. I merely rejected your arranged marriage idea, which is beginning to sound a lot better to me. Arrange extra security for him and his girlfriends. Send the details across to him with gold gifts before tomorrow," he ordered.
"Yes, Lorenzo."
"Is there still no update on Luca?"
"No. The man went off the radar."
