My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: 114/Not a Cinderella Story

Chapter 114:

Olivia’s Point of View

I threw the bomb in Mr. Robert’s face and stood watching his features; I imagined him erupting, smashing the desk, or running right now to tear Julie to pieces.

But he didn’t. He remained still as a marble statue, glancing at me with a cold look devoid of any expression.

I didn’t give up; instead, I stepped closer and delved into the details, watching for the slightest movement in his facial muscles:

"That time I found him cornering her in the meeting room... and yesterday, someone saw him sneaking out of her room at dinner time."

Not a single hair on his face moved; he remained maintaining that indifferent look that kills any attempt to provoke him. He took a calm breath and said in a dry tone:

"And what is my business with my personal assistant’s relationships, Olivia?"

I felt as if I had fallen from a great height; my body recoiled slightly and the smile froze on my lips.

His reaction, which was not taken into account, shocked me.

My fingers toyed nervously with the collar of my shirt and I muttered:

"I... I just thought..."

He interrupted me with a voice as sharp as a blade that made me jump in my place:

"Mind your business, and do not interfere in affairs that do not concern you!"

I bowed my head immediately, feeling the heat of shame attacking my cheeks:

"Yes, sir... I apologize."

He returned to his files and added coldly:

"Go with Ron, bring the missing dresses and shoes."

I straightened my posture and said quickly:

"Alright, Mr. Robert, I will go at once."

I walked out of the office, and despite the sting of his reprimand that still burned my ears, I felt an overwhelming urge to dance.

I leaned against the outer wall and released a long exhale filled with relief; this means he doesn’t care about that girl! If she had a place in his heart, his anger would have burned everything in its path by now.

I muttered to myself with a wide smile:

"Thank God... my Robert is still the ice man I knew; that insect didn’t dare to melt his ice."

I headed toward the club’s exit to join Ron, with joy filling my chest.

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Julie’s Point of View

I stepped out of the bathroom after a grueling training session with Max, my body still trembling from the excessive effort and the lurking terror deep within me.

I dried my hair randomly and put on a red dress that reached mid-calf. I didn’t know how I would be able to face that monster; for last night was nothing but a series of torn nightmares, and the image of the pliers crushing the man’s finger bones hadn’t left my imagination.

My heart squeezed with pain and disgust as I thought:

"I can’t believe that bastard is the one who took my first kiss."

I walked with heavy steps toward the office, knocked lightly on the door, and entered.

Robert was leaning back in his massive chair, wearing a dark blue suit that highlighted his sternness, holding a glass of "whiskey" and sipping it slowly.

I said to myself in wonder:

"Whiskey in the morning? This isn’t normal."

I stood before his desk and tried to fold my fingers behind my back to hide their trembling, and asked:

"Do you need my help with anything?"

He raised his cold eyes toward me and said in a commanding tone:

"Come closer, Julie."

I moved a few steps and sat on the chair opposite him, seeking some stability, but his sharp voice pierced the silence:

"Did I tell you to sit?"

I bolted upright as if the chair had turned into embers, feeling the insult sting my face.

I cursed him in my mind while shooting him a defiant look despite the fear, and said:

"What do you want?"

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