My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: 32/Wink Code

Chapter Thirty-Two:

Julie’s point of view

I rose from the floor, where I had been kneeling amidst the books, and looked him directly in the eyes eyes no longer inhabited by fear.

I said with a deathly coldness:

"Good morning, my little boss."

His face darkened instantly. I saw the muscles of his jaw tighten with suppressed rage as he asked in a sharp tone:

"Who are you calling little?"

I stepped into the center of the room, challenging him within my own space, and said with certainty:

"You."

He began to walk with slow, deliberate steps away from the door, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I see you’re trying to fight a new war, Julie. It seems everything that happened yesterday failed to make you submit."

I clapped my hands together loudly; I felt a delicious sting in my palms. I began to circle him like a hunter surrounding its prey, saying:

"There you go... you’re starting to know me well."

Amazement peeked from behind his mask. Yesterday, I was a wreck on the edge of the abyss, and today... today, a new soul was born from the ashes of brokenness. He said in his raspy voice, carrying a tone of threat:

"Then you are ready for tonight’s party."

I stood directly in front of him, lifted my chin, and said defiantly:

"Of course I am ready... in fact, I am excited!"

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief, seeing my enthusiasm for a party I had once wished to die before attending. He muttered in shock:

"You’ve truly surprised me."

I closed my eyes for a second and whispered to myself:

"There are many surprises, Mr. Robert, that wouldn’t even cross your mind."

Then, I slapped my palm against his in a striking gesture and said:

"Now, we shall discuss what I lack, Mr. Robert."

He looked at me with confusion and remained silent, so I continued in a commanding tone:

"I want a small desk, paper, and pens. And since your immense generosity has poured over me like rain and you’ve brought all these books, I need a small library worthy of them."

I watched his face as he tried to decode the ciphers of my mind. Perhaps he was wondering: Who is this madwoman standing before me? He said mockingly:

"Julie... don’t you think your requests are becoming too many? Especially since you do nothing here that benefits me."

The bastard! He wanted me to "benefit" him in the arms of his filthy men.

I swallowed his insult and decided not to let anything poison my calm. I took a step forward and said:

"I will sing for you tonight, remember?"

He put his hands in his pockets and said coldly:

"Hmm... I think this singing will cause me a great deal of headache."

I returned to my books, kneeling to check the titles, and said without looking at him:

"You told me before that you never knew the easy way. Have you changed your principles, Mr. Robert?"

He fell silent for a moment before answering stiffly:

"My principles do not change."

I said with a victorious smile:

"Then... endure the headache."

I heard the thud of his shoes approaching on the marble until his shadow completely covered me. He said in a low voice:

"I will fulfill your request, but I want you to dazzle the audience tonight."

I smiled and looked up at him; he looked like a towering mountain. I said:

"I will dazzle you, Mr. Robert, not just the audience."

He leaned down slightly, approaching my face until I felt his breath, and said:

"If you ruin this..."

He paused, and I felt a slight shiver of terror trying to creep into me, but I clung to my smile. He finished:

"You know what will happen."

I shifted my gaze back to the books and said nonchalantly:

"Rest and don’t think about such things... you worry too much for no reason."

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