Francesco had regained consciousness, but severe damage had been done to the FG and Conti. Enzo was trying his best to put things together, but he wasn't as skilled as Francesco, especially considering that the workers at FG had been programmed to listen only to Francesco.
As Francesco walked out of the hospital ward in his usual black coat and his walking stick, this time he was resting more weight on his stick, a flock of reporters swarmed him, sticking mics at his face as the lights blinked at his face and the shutter sound kept clicking.
"Good day. I see you must have heard of my little accident."
"Was this only a disguise to get away from your embezzlement and tax evasion scandal?"
"Will you be present at the court hearing?"
"Will Conti's stock ever rise again?"
Despite his confusion, Francesco kept his charismatic smile as his men helped him into the car. His PA cursed under his breath, knowing what would happen next.
