My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180: 180/Back of Her Own Accord

Chapter 180

Julie’s Point of View

I had to push him away at any cost; his presence at this timing would trigger a volcano if Robert discovered him. If Steve found out I was a prisoner in that club, he would do something suicidal to save me, and it would inevitably lead to his death... and I cannot bear losing him.

I backed away from him with unsteady steps before I could succumb to crying in front of his eyes. I suppressed my tears with a painful force and headed quickly toward where Robert had parked his car, but I froze in my tracks.

There was no trace of it. My God... where did he go? My strength suddenly collapsed, and I sat on the pavement, resting my head on my knees, no longer able to resist. I surrendered to a bitter sob.

It was never easy for me to direct those harsh words at him. I wanted to throw myself into his arms, to tell him how much I missed him and what I had suffered in his absence. I wanted to bury my head in his chest and cry until I was empty... but all of this was impossible.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and looked at the empty road; Robert hadn’t left so much as a shadow of his car. Did he leave and abandon me? Is this another test of trust?

I didn’t understand what was happening, so I decided to act.

I hailed a taxi, climbed into the backseat, and gave the address. But I began to wonder in amazement: Where did he go? Perhaps he gave up on me or some emergency cropped up.

I started to fear myself and my strange logic; instead of seizing the opportunity to escape, here I was taking a taxi to go back to him of my own volition! Perhaps I should see a psychiatrist, for what I’m doing isn’t rational at all.

When we arrived, I got out and asked the driver to wait. I walked with confident strides toward the guard standing at the door and said in a commanding tone, "Pay him the fare."

The guard looked at me in bewilderment. "What?"

"I am Mr. Robert’s personal assistant," I said with a coldness borrowed from Robert himself. "Pay the fare now."

His features changed instantly, and he said obediently, "Yes, Miss, as you command." I asked as I scanned the place, "Has Mr. Robert arrived?"

"No, Miss," he replied.

I entered the luxury restaurant; everyone was eating quietly. I felt a hunger tearing at my insides; when I’m sad, my appetite opens up in a strange way.

I sat at an elegant table overlooking the street through a large glass window, thinking to myself: Oh my God... how I missed seeing the outside world.

My contemplation was interrupted by a waiter who approached and said, "Miss, do you have a reservation?"

"A reservation?" I asked in surprise. "Do I have to reserve a table?"

"Yes," he replied politely.

I repeated in the same tone, "I am Mr. Robert’s personal assistant."

He bowed slightly and said flustered, "Oh, Miss, I apologize... I didn’t know." Truly, possessing influence is a wonderful and comfortable thing!

"I’m hungry," I said eagerly. "What do you have?"

"Yes, Miss, this is the menu," he replied professionally. I began browsing the menu; it was full of names of dishes I had never heard of in my life.

I closed the booklet and said to the waiter, "Fine, bring me the most delicious dish you have... I’ll trust your choice."

"Yes, Miss, it will be with you in minutes," he said.

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