My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: 157/Old School. vs. New Blood

Chapter 157

Carlos’s Point of View

I couldn’t look her in the eyes; a bitter lump choked me, as if I had failed her completely. How could I tell her now that I betrayed her trust and told Robert everything? How could I endure her look when she realizes I’ll never get her out of this place?

I stood watching her walk away in her quiet beauty, my heart constricting with every step she took.

Robert broke my trance with his sharp voice: "Carlos... let’s go."

"Yes... to the office," I replied, trying to regain my balance.

Robert stopped and looked at me suspiciously. "Didn’t you say you wanted Luna? What’s wrong... did you forget?"

The truth was, I didn’t want Luna; I just wanted to see Julie. Seeing her in that dress made me lose my mind and distracted me entirely. "Yes... I thought she wasn’t ready yet," I said, trying to deflect my confusion.

"Fine, I don’t know if she’s ready or not... let’s go to the office first," Robert said, continuing his walk.

We entered the office.

Robert sat in his massive leather chair in his dominant posture, while I sat opposite him, lacing my fingers nervously. "Have you thought of something to do to recover the shipment, Robert?"

He was focusing on his tablet, his fingers moving with incredible speed. "I’m looking for the shipment’s location, Carlos," he said without looking up.

"But how?" I asked in surprise.

"Remember the small devices I used to send to Mexico?" he said confidently.

I nodded. "Yes... the tracking devices." At that moment, I realized what he was getting at, my eyes widening in shock. "Now I know why you told me to put tracking devices in every crate!"

Robert looked up at me with a cold smile. "Exactly... I knew the Don would attack me and steal them; it was only a matter of time."

"Robert... even if we know where they are, recovering them is impossible," I said, shaking my head in despair.

"Nothing is impossible for me," he replied firmly, tapping his finger against his forehead. "The Don is an old man, and that is his weakness; he doesn’t care for technological advancement and still follows the old school way."

"Regardless, he remains very dangerous," I warned.

Suddenly, Robert slammed his hand on the table so hard I jumped. A triumphant smile spread across his face. "I found the shipment!"

"Really?" I asked eagerly.

"He didn’t think I’d put trackers in the crates while he only removed the ones in the container," he said, showing me the map on the screen. "I told you, the old school way doesn’t work, Carlos."

I straightened up and asked anxiously, "Now what do we do?"

"Tonight..." he replied with an indisputable firmness. "We get the shipment back."

"Tonight?!" I asked in shock.

He nodded. "Yes... but we’re going to meet the Don first."

"What? We’re going to meet the Don?" I asked, my voice laced with pure astonishment.

"Yes," Robert replied with lethal coldness as he shut his laptop. "Since he stole my shipment, he clearly wants to meet me. So, we’re going to see him."

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