My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308: 308/A Truth That Flips the Table

Chapter 308:

Robert’s POV

My breath accelerated with excessive madness, and my chest constricted with a burning heartbreak; I could never bear or accept the idea of Carlos searching for her or tracing her footsteps in secret, because I remember very clearly, as if it were yesterday, how he used to look at her with eyes filled with passion, and how he wanted her and desired her for himself before... he too aspired to possess her! My mind could not tolerate the idea that he might still carry a single atom of love or attachment for her inside his cursed heart.

Carlos raised his hands quietly and with balance to ease the intensity of the situation, and tried with effort to fix his balanced gaze into my anxious, sharp eyes, saying in a calming tone: "Calm down, Robert, and do not let your thinking go too far... I am only searching for her place to know where she settled and how she is after her sudden absence."

I ground my teeth with a burning malice, and the veins of my neck convulsed terrifyingly while I roared in his face with a voice that shook the office: "And what is your business exactly with her condition or with her life?! She belonged to me alone!"

He looked at me with serious, sad, and highly bitter features, and said in a low voice that nevertheless carried the folds of truth: "You know very well the reason for my interest in her, Robert... so there is no need to play the role of the blind."

I stepped toward him quickly with a rushing, aggressive step that threatened his safety, narrowed my eyes with flying evil, and asked him in a burning tone that came out like embers: "Answer me clearly... do you still truly love her? Or are you still stubbornly refusing to remove her ghost from your cursed head?!"

Carlos took a deep breath with heartbreak, and his rigid features relaxed with an explicit sadness and a pain that floated to the surface, but his eyes remained fixated with courage into mine, and he said with honesty: "Yes, Robert, I will not lie to you... Julie is still residing in the depth of my heart, and I cannot in any way forget her or erase her."

At that fatal moment, I felt an overwhelming, brutal, and crazy desire to destroy the office and shatter everything completely over his head because of his insolent confession; I gripped my fist with a crazy force until my knuckles turned completely white, and said in a low voice resembling the hiss of a snake from the intensity of the suppressed anger: "You must do this as soon as possible! It does not matter to me at all how you will do it, but you must erase her and expel her from your head completely!"

Carlos sighed with severe distress, and adjusted his stance as he rose from his place slowly and quietly, then fixed the jacket of his suit with clear fatigue and a running out of patience, saying with formality: "Robert... I, in this state of mine, cannot discuss with you or keep up with you in this futile subject right now."

I pointed with the palm of my trembling hand toward the exit door with violence, my entire body shaking with a sweeping convulsion, and said with a threat: "Yes... go and leave immediately, Carlos, because I truly do not know what I will do to you or to your body right now if you remain for an additional second!"

Carlos turned around in silence, and left the office with heavy and tired steps, closing the wooden door behind him quietly. I stood in my place alone trying to gather and restrain my lost and wasted breath, when suddenly and loudly my mobile phone placed on top of the desk rang. I stepped and snatched the phone with excessive nervousness, and when I found on the screen that it was my father, I pressed the answer button firmly and brought it close to my ear with detachment and a tone devoid of emotion: "Yes, father... what do you want from me at this time?"

My father’s hoarse voice came to me, denouncing my method: "What is this dry and hostile tone with which you speak to your father?"

I sighed sharply and with distress, and said with a complete lack of patience: "Come on, tell me... say what you want quickly so I can finish."

My father replied in a commanding, stern tone that accepts no discussion or justification: "Come immediately to the house; I want to speak to you and discuss with you a very important and necessary matter."

I knitted my eyebrows with apprehension and doubt, and asked with suspicion: "What is this necessary matter?"

He said with a cutting brevity to his presentation: "I will tell you about it in detail when you arrive at the house... come on, come now without delay,"

then he cut off the line in my face immediately without introduction.

I moved the phone away from my ear with sweeping rage and oppression, and in the meantime, it was followed by a light, cautious, and hesitant knocking on the door; I threw the phone carelessly onto the desk and shouted with sharpness and yelling: "Yes... enter quickly!"

The door opened slowly and Olivia entered with hesitant and fearful steps, and interlocked the fingers of her hands before her body in dread, saying in a faint tone: "Sir..."

I averted my sarcastic gaze from her and from her stance, and sat on the edge of the wooden desk carelessly and crossed my arms firmly, saying with a dry and stern command: "Pour me some whiskey immediately."

She nodded her head with a hope and joy that floated onto her face, and moved quickly and actively toward the high-end beverage table; she held the bottle with two delicate hands and poured the golden liquid into the glass cup, then turned with her body and moved toward me with swaying, intentional, and provocative steps until she stood directly in front of me, and extended her hand with the cup while smiling softly and with coquetry, saying: "Here is your cup, Mr. Robert."

I took the cup from her hand with detachment and revulsion, and raised it quickly to my lips and took a powerful and burning sip from it, my eye suspended on the vacuum without looking at her. But suddenly, and with a bold and completely unexpected movement, Olivia leaned over me with her body in an exaggerated and close manner; my eyes widened in severe disgust and revulsion when I noticed clearly that the upper buttons of her shirt were opened more than necessary to intentionally reveal the charms of her chest by a prior planning to seduce me.

My entire body stiffened from her insolence, and I looked into her eyes with complete rigidity and a decisive, fatal tone: "What the hell are you doing, Olivia?"

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