My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: 103/The Thorns of Jealousy

Chapter 103:

Robert’s Point of View

I remained frozen in my place, feeling a numbness spreading through my limbs from the sheer shock.

I asked in a sharp voice that almost spiraled out of my control:

"And what does she want from you?"

Carlos replied while adjusting his jacket coldly:

"I brought her some roses on the occasion of her becoming a personal assistant."

I repeated after him in a choked voice, as if the word were foreign to my ears:

"Roses?"

"Yes,"

Carlos continued, smiling a smile that provoked every cell in my body,

"And because I brought so many, she felt angry at first, but now she is happy... we’ve become friends, Robert."

I felt a wave of rage sweeping through my chest, only for him to add fuel to the fire by saying:

"I think Julie is starting to soften, and she’s really starting to like me."

I felt a sudden heat emanating from my body, as if the blood had boiled in my veins all at once.

I clenched my hands behind my back so hard that my knuckles turned white, and I said tersely:

"Alright, Carlos... goodnight."

He waved his hand at me as he moved away:

"Goodbye, my friend."

Carlos left, and I remained alone in the dark hallway.

I changed my destination; I no longer wanted to see Sarah or anyone else.

I entered my room and bolted the door violently, then raised my hand to my necktie and undid it with a hysterical movement that almost tore the fabric.

I wanted to smash every piece of furniture my eyes fell upon, and I didn’t understand for certain why this rage was gnawing at my insides this way.

Julie’s Point of View

In the early morning, I had put on my black athletic clothes that clung to my body.

I pulled my hair up and tied it firmly, checking my face in the mirror; the mark of Olivia’s slap had completely vanished, but its memory was still burning my soul.

I left "Axel" sleeping peacefully and went down to the lower floor.

Max was standing by the door like a mountain, watching the corridor with hawk-like eyes. I said in a serious tone:

"Good morning."

He replied while scanning my ready appearance:

"Good morning... are you ready?"

I nodded my head firmly:

"Yes, absolutely."

He asked me as he walked beside me toward the gym:

"Have you practiced sports before?"

I answered him while trying to organize my breath already:

"Yes, I used to train in my room... lifting water bottles as substitute weights, and running in the morning whenever I had the chance. I never had the opportunity to enter a real gym, but I did my best."

Max hummed with suppressed admiration:

"Interesting... let’s go then, to the gym."

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