My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: 117/Die, Julie

Chapter 117

Robert’s Point of View

I returned my weapon to its place with a mechanical, cold movement, and stood watching Erik as he writhed on the floor, trying to gather the fragments of his collapsed body from the pain.

He shouted at me while trying to rise with difficulty: "Robert... fuck you!"

Not a single muscle in my face moved; instead, I glanced at him with a look devoid of any pity and said dryly:

"Don’t act like a girl, Erik... it’s just a bullet."

Erik leaned with his trembling hand on the chair and looked at me with eyes full of reproach and bewilderment:

"Did you really do this for her? Who is this girl who drives you to shoot me?"

I adjusted my shirt collar with an irritating calmness, maintaining my deep, steady voice to hide the storm hitting my chest:

"I did this because you ignored my warning... and not for her."

I raised my voice calling Ron, who entered the office in the blink of an eye as if he had been waiting behind the door.

I nodded toward Erik before me and said: "Ron... help Erik, take him to the doctor to remove the bullet from his thigh."

Erik laughed a bitter laugh mixed with the moans of pain, and said with biting sarcasm: "Thanks, Robert, for your medical care... you are a truly good person."

I answered him with a coldness no less than the coldness of the metal in my hand: "It is my duty, Erik."

I watched Erik as he left the office limping with heavy steps, leaning with all his weight on Ron’s shoulder.

As soon as the door was closed, a suffocating silence prevailed in the room.

My hand extended toward the glass Julie had left; that glass she had filled to the brim with an ignorance that had driven me mad at first.

I raised it to my lips and drained it in one gulp. Erik hadn’t touched it, and it was my share.

The golden liquid traveled down my throat like molten fire; I felt it burning my chest and igniting my insides, and this burning noise was all I needed at this moment.

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Olivia’s Point of View

That bitch! Mocking me with such coldness and inviting me to a gender reveal party? I felt my blood boiling in my veins as I watched her silhouette disappear; her words were stinging my heart like lashes.

While I was trying to gather my soul, I glimpsed Ron supporting Mr.

Erik; he was limping severely, and a deep red bloodstain was expanding on his thigh, staining the fabric of his trousers.

I rushed toward them and said in bewilderment: "What happened?"

Mr. Erik exhaled with excruciating pain, his face pale as death: "Your boss has gone mad, Olivia... he shot me just because I offered a night with his assistant."

He continued walking, leaning with all his weight on Ron, and I heard his voice fading in the hallway as he whispered bitterly: "Imagine that, Ron... for her sake, he did all this."

I froze in my place, feeling as if a dagger had been plunged into my chest to shatter my heart into a thousand pieces.

Is she really worth it? Does that dull girl drive a man like Robert to lose his control before Erik? What does he see in her? What does she possess that I don’t?

My jealousy transformed into a devastating hurricane.

I headed toward her room with steps that shook the ground beneath my feet. I pushed the door violently and entered; she was lying on the bed with a calmness that drove me insane.

She raised her head and said coldly: "Olivia, leave me... I’m in no mood to talk."

I bolted the door behind me with a faint but firm strike, and stepped toward her with steady strides like a hunter approaching its prey.

She was lying down with a coldness that stirred my resentment. I stood over her head and said in a low voice: "What are you doing, Julie?"

She glanced at me with a dull look and answered: "What?"

I narrowed my eyes while scrutinizing her face, as if I were searching for a demonic tattoo:

"Do you possess magical powers? Do you craft spells in secret?"

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