My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: 201/A Lethal Joke

Chapter 201

Julie’s POV

Training finally wrapped up, and I felt a deep ache gnawing at my muscles. Max wiped his sweat and said, "I’m gonna hit the shower." I nodded, still trying to catch my gasping breath. "Sure, see you later."

A few minutes later, I dragged myself off the floor and headed out of the gym. As I walked down the hallway with heavy steps, a low voice called out to me. "Psst... hey, you." I turned and saw the same guy who’d given that embarrassing answer earlier. He was leaning against his door, his long black hair tied back.

His body was massive, packed with muscle, and his thick black beard framed a face with eyes that screamed betrayal and danger. He looked to be in his forties. I asked him warily, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah," he said with a creepy calmness. "Come here."

"I’m busy," I answered cautiously.

"What, you scared?" he mocked.

I tried to hide my trembling. "Scared of what? Of you?" Honestly, the guy looked terrifying.

He stepped back, clearing the way. "Then come in. Just for a second."

I stepped into the room with hesitation. It was laid out like Max’s, but the air was thick with the stench of cheap cigarettes and strong booze. He closed the door behind me and sat on the edge of the bed. "Sit down."

"I’m fine right here," I said, my body stiff as a board.

He watched me with calculating eyes. "Got any questions? Don’t be shy... I can give you all the answers you need."

"No, I’m good," I snapped.

"Don’t be like that, little one," he said, trying to soften his tone. "Think of me like a big brother."

"Thanks, but I don’t need to ask anything," I said shortly.

He shrugged. "Fine, I won’t push. But tell me, what’s your job here exactly?"

"I’m Mr. Robert’s personal assistant."

His eyebrows shot up. "Ha! You look a bit young for that. How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

He looked genuinely surprised. "Shouldn’t you be in school? How’d a girl like you end up in a place like this? I don’t get it."

"Why do you care?" I asked, my suspicion growing.

"My apologies," he said with a fake sincerity. "I’m just an old man with a bit of curiosity. Don’t answer if you don’t want to."

"My father sold me," I said bitterly.

He looked affected. "That’s tragic... but how’d you become an assistant? I’m still confused."

"Because I refused to be a commodity," I said with a wounded sense of pride.

He narrowed his eyes. "Hmm... a brave girl."

I started moving toward the door. "I have to go now."

"Wait!" he called out.

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