My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194: 194/The Beginning of Obsession

Chapter 194

Don Morgan’s Point of View

I was sitting in my plush leather chair, sipping some wine slowly while racking my brain to figure out where Robert might have hidden "The Snake." I must find his weakness quickly, and when I do, I will crush him entirely and make him regret challenging the Don.

The provocative words of Thomas flashed back in my mind. I gripped the glass in my hand so hard my knuckles turned white, the glass nearly shattering under the intensity of my hold. That bastard! Bragging that Violet chose him. Damn him, and damn Violet! I never expected to love her this way, with such madness.

Despite all these long years, my cursed heart still beats for her alone, notwithstanding everything she did to me.

My memory drifted back to that day, when I went to her house the day after we rescued her. I waited outside with a restless heart until she emerged; she was wearing a white skirt and a black t-shirt, her hair blowing in the breeze... she looked so enchanting it took my breath away.

I stepped toward her with confident strides. "Hello, Violet."

She looked at me strangely, as if she had never seen me before. "Who are you?" she asked.

"I’m Morgan," I said with a faint smile. "Don’t you remember me? When Thomas and I rescued you from that bastard?"

Her features changed immediately, and annoyance clouded her face. "Hmm... I remember you now."

"Did you forget me in just one day?" I asked, feeling a small pang in my chest.

"No, no," she said, looking away. "But my mind was confused."

"It’s fine," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Can we talk for a bit?"

"Yes, of course," she replied hesitantly.

"Come, get in the car," I said, opening the door for her gallantly.

She got in, and I sat behind the wheel, driving the car calmly. "Are you okay now?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered curtly.

"That’s good."

She looked at me suddenly and said, "So, you killed that bastard."

"Yes," I replied coldly. "What’s wrong, Violet? You’re acting as if you’ve lost your memory."

"No," she said anxiously. "But I heard that a man went to prison, and they said he’s the killer."

"Who is he? I don’t know," I replied in surprise.

"His name is Stuart Michael," she said with a burning intensity. "He’s an innocent man! Why is he going to prison when I’m the one who killed him?"

My body stiffened slightly. "Violet, I didn’t know this, but don’t worry at all... I’ll get him out of prison."

She looked at me in disbelief, her beautiful eyes widening. "Really? You’ll do that?"

"I certainly will," I said, drowning in her gaze. Then I asked, watching her reaction, "Did Thomas speak with you?"

"Who is Thomas?" she asked innocently.

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