Ralph's tailored tuxedo, identical to Greg's, shimmered in the light, exuding power and authority. His confident stride into the ballroom left no doubt about his status as the Costa family's leader.
"Are you people wasting money without me?" Ralph asked, his tone deceptively neutral. The subtle click of his tongue, however, betrayed a hint of disapproval.
No one dared misinterpret his smile as kindness, thanks to his shiny bald head, sexily rugged appearance, and tattoos. Although he was trying to blend in with that sweet smile of his, but his air of quiet menace stood in the way, reminding everyone of his reputation.
Those unfamiliar with him now understood: he wasn't to be crossed. The room fell silent, awaiting his next move.
"What are you doing here?" Greg's tone was icy, his eyes boring into Ralph like daggers.