My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: 33/Taming the Genius

Chapter Thirty-Three

Robert’s point of view

I closed the door behind me and walked down the long corridor, but my steps lacked their usual rhythmic steadiness; a thought was spinning in my head, refusing to leave.

I emerged from that room with a muted astonishment boiling beneath my skin.

I hadn’t expected not even by a fraction to find her with such sudden vitality and defiance.

I had painted a completely different scene in my imagination.

I expected to open the door and find the wreckage of a woman a broken soul sobbing on her bed, crushed by the weight of yesterday’s events.

Perhaps... and this is what I had truly craved... I expected to find her surrendered, submissive, her wings of rebellion clipped forever.

But "Julie" shattered every expectation with a coldness that provoked my very manhood.

Her tongue remains as sharp as a blade, and that annoying glimmer the spark of challenge still haunts her green eyes with audacity.

She stood before me as if she hadn’t been broken yesterday, as if the humiliating exam she endured was nothing more than a trial that had forged her into something harder, more impenetrable.

She called me "Little Boss."

That phrase still echoes in my ears, making my jaw tighten involuntarily.

She is playing with fire. Her belief that she regained control just by demanding a desk and books is a delusional one.

I will give her what she wants; I will let her think she is building her own world within my cell. But in reality, I am merely fattening the prey before the grand show.

I smiled bitterly, remembering her boldness as she adjusted my pocket square.

That touch was a declaration of war, and she has no idea that my wars never end until the other party is a corpse mentally or physically.

We shall see, Julie, if this defiance holds when the stage lights shine and you find yourself emotionally naked before everyone.

I entered my office and sat behind the wide mahogany desk, trying to regain my composure, when my phone vibrated with a call from Daniel.

I answered in a dry tone:

"Yes, Daniel. What do you have?"

His voice came through, formal and cautious:

"Hello, Mr. Robert. I have obtained the complete file on Julia Michael."

I sat up straight, lighting a cigarette slowly.

"Go on."

Daniel began reading from his records:

"Julia Michael, 18 years old. Father: Stuart Michael; Mother: Meredith Wilson. The family lives in Queens, New York, specifically on 74th Street near Travers Park. Her father owns a small real estate office but is drowning in debt and completely bankrupt. She has a brother named Steve Michael, 22 years old, but strangely, I haven’t found any information on him for years; he vanished completely at the age of fifteen. Julie is a university student, currently in her third year, majoring in Economics and Business Administration and—"

I cut him off sharply, astonishment tying my tongue:

"What? Third year? Didn’t you say she’s only 18?!"

Daniel confirmed firmly:

"Yes, sir. That is correct. But the records show she skipped two grades in the past due to her exceptional intelligence and academic excellence. That is how she reached her third year at such a young age."

I lowered the cigarette from my lips and stared into the void. Intelligent... smart enough to leap across years.

This explained so much; it explained her sharp tongue, her ability to regain her balance so quickly, even the specific books she requested.

She wasn’t just a beautiful girl who fell into my trap; she was a "mind" imprisoned in a seductive body.

A dark smile formed on my face. The game had just become more complex and far more exciting. I wasn’t just trying to break a "virgin"; I was trying to domesticate a prodigy.

I exhaled a cloud of smoke as I listened to Daniel’s cautious voice:

"Sir? Are you with me?"

I returned my focus to the phone.

"Yes... continue."

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