My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195: 195/The Scandalous Video

Chapter 195

Julie’s Point of View

I scrambled up from my seat, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. I tried to bolt toward the exit to escape his interrogating gaze, but he was miles faster than me. In the blink of an eye, he reached the door and locked it with the key.

Then he turned to me, his massive frame blocking every possible escape route. "What are you hiding, Julie?" he hissed commandingly.

I backed away, my breath hitching. "Nothing." He tried to approach me, so I ran in a panic toward the inner room where the bed was.

He followed me with confident strides and grabbed my arm firmly, forcing me to stop. "Julie... what is this you’re hiding?" he asked sharply.

"Nothing, Mr. Robert!" I screamed in despair.

Suddenly, he reached his hand toward my chest where the light was glowing. I grabbed his hand with my trembling fingers, trying to push him away. "What are you doing? Are you harassing me?"

He paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow in disapproval. "Harassing you?"

"Yes!" I said with a feigned sharpness to cover my fear. "You’re putting your hand in my chest without my permission. What do you call that?"

"Take out whatever is in your bra right now, Julie..." he replied with a sternness that brooked no argument. "Or I’ll take it out myself!"

"I won’t!" I said with desperate defiance.

He didn’t give me another chance. With a swift movement, he reached inside my bra and pulled out the phone. His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the device in his hand. Then he looked up at me, his voice muffled. "What is this?"

"A phone..." I whispered.

"I know it’s a phone!" he snapped, his anger beginning to surge. "What is it doing with you?"

I swallowed hard. "I’ll explain..."

"Yes... you will explain!" he said, his hand clenching around the phone.

I didn’t know how to start or how I would justify the existence of this cursed phone. "Or did that admirer give it to you?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.

"It was a joke! I swear there is no admirer," I said quickly.

"Then talk... where did you get this phone?" he asked sharply.

"The Professor at the university gave it to me," I said, my head bowed.

His features stiffened. "The Professor?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"And why would the Professor give you a phone, Julie?" he asked mockingly.

"He’s been teaching me for three years," I said, trying to defend myself. "He knows my father didn’t buy me a phone."

"Yes... go on," he said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"He bought it for me and gave it to me as a gift," I continued, my voice shaking.

He gritted his teeth. "Why did the Professor give you the phone?"

"What’s wrong with you? I just explained that!" I shouted in frustration.

"Are you convinced by this story, Julie?" he asked with a terrifying coldness.

"This is what happened... this is what he told me," I replied instinctively.

He took another step closer, pinning me against the edge of the bed. "Do you believe this, Julie? That a university professor would just give you a phone like that without wanting something in return?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"I think you understand exactly what I mean," he said, staring deep into my eyes.

"What nonsense is this?" I said indignantly. "He’s a professor, he teaches me at the university, and he’s old! How could you think of him that way?"

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