My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307: 307/A Torn Pride Behind the Mask

Chapter 307:

Robert’s POV

I leaned my body back slowly, resting my weight against my luxurious brown leather chair behind the desk, and let out a quiet, deep, and exhausted sigh while distributedly watching the business papers and reports scattered before me. In that quiet moment, the wooden door opened with complete calmness, and Carlos entered, his sharp eyes carrying features of stern seriousness and worry, and he uttered my name in a low and measured tone: "Robert."

I raised my head and looked at him with steadfastness and sharp glances, then pointed with the palm of my hand toward the empty leather seats opposite me and said in a loud voice: "Yes, Carlos... come, enter."

Carlos advanced inside with balanced steps, then sat on the chair directly opposite me, and rested his elbows heavily on the polished wooden desk surface while interlocking the fingers of his hands with slight tension and an anxiety that appeared clearly in his eyes before he spoke: "Don Morgan is trying to completely paralyze our work and movements in the market... he is a man who does not tire or weary of pursuing us!"

I maintained the coldness and complete dryness of my features, and moved my silver pen very slowly between my fingers without any shaking, fear, or retreat appearing on me, and said with complete confidence: "Leave him alone... he will not be able to do anything real to demolish our empire."

Carlos leaned his body forward more toward me, and the lines of his face tightened with increasing anxiety, and he knitted his eyebrows in distress, saying: "But there are distributors who have already stopped providing raw materials and drugs to us because of his threats, and we now have a sharp shortage in productivity and distribution."

I swung my pen for a few moments in the air, then placed it on the table with a complete calmness that shocked him, looked directly into the depth of his eyes with a sharp, confident, and scary glance, and said: "He is simply retaliating in this manner because we spoiled and destroyed all the recent weapon shipments that he carefully distributed to the local gangs."

Carlos nodded his head with comprehension and knowledge of the events, and his tensed shoulders relaxed a little, but the tone of his voice remained serious as he said: "Yes, that is correct, and because those gangs became resentful of him indeed, and he lost his credibility and prestige before them... now he is trying to strike us at the core of our work and trade as well to regain his balance."

I adjusted my seating on the leather chair, and crossed my arms firmly over my chest with stern and harsh features that did not carry a single atom of fear of Morgan’s threats, and said in a decisive, dry tone to end this discussion: "I told you to leave him... he will not do anything capable of budging us."

At that moment, a light and hesitant knocking sound on the door reached our ears. I spoke in a dry and commanding tone: "Come in."

The door opened slowly and Olivia entered with soft, heavy steps, and stood before our huge desk, gathering the features of her face with affectation, and said softly: "Good morning, Mr. Robert," then turned her head quickly toward Carlos and added with a light and fabricated smile: "Hello, Mr. Carlos."

I darted a vacant, cold look at her, devoid of any interest, and said briefly and with detachment: "Yes, Olivia... what exactly do you want?"

She interlocked the fingers of her hands with slight confusion and pressed upon them, and said with amiability: "Sir, I only came to see if you want anything from me or if you need me to finalize some transactions."

I answered her coldly and without blinking my eyes that were settled upon her: "Nothing, I am not in need of anything."

Her feet moved with noticeable anxiety and tension on the floor, and she asked with urgency: "Shall I bring you a cup of hot coffee, for example?"

I replied with firmness and distress: "No, I do not want any."

Olivia took another step with an audacity in which she approached the edge of the desk, and tilted her head with coquetry and a miserable, failing attempt to draw my attention toward her, saying: "Sir... do you want me to bring you something else other than coffee?"

In that defining moment, I narrowed my eyes with malice and looked at her with a sharp, piercing, and scary glance that made her shoulders stiffen completely in their place, and I said in a low, crushing, and stern voice: "Has your provocative stupidity increased excessively these days, Olivia?"

Her eyes widened in terror and the stone of shock, and the color of her face paled completely, so she retreated a quick step backward and said in a trembling voice, frightened by my tone: "I... I am very sorry, sir, I did not mean to."

I pointed with my index finger powerfully toward the exit of the room and said with a decisive command and a tone that accepts no argument: "Go... get out quickly!"

Olivia turned around very quickly and went out running with fast and fearful steps, and shut the wooden door behind her powerfully, making a sound.

I turned my face toward Carlos, and found him leaning his back comfortably backward, looking with amusement at the closed door, then he directed his cunning, wicked glances toward me and said in a provocative tone: "She is trying in every way to get close to you and win your satisfaction."

I moved my head with complete indifference and said with detachment: "I know that already."

He raised his eyebrows mockingly, asking with clear slyness: "Do her charms not please you? She is a beautiful woman."

I fixed my sharp eyes directly into his eyes and said with detachment and harshness: "You know the answer already, Carlos, so there is no need to mess around."

Carlos sighed deeply and his patience ran out, and the features of his face changed quickly to complete seriousness as he asked with caution: "Are you still actually searching for Julie’s place?"

I pressed powerfully with my iron fist onto the surface of the wooden table and said in a decisive and stern tone: "I have never turned away and I have never braked from searching for her."

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