My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 336

Chapter 336: 336/I want to get drunk

Chapter 336:

Julie’s POV

We took a few wide strides outside the doorstep of the house .While the cold was creeping beneath my coat to make my body, ignited with lust, shudder, the stillness of the night was suddenly cut by the ringing of Steve’s phone with force and continuous tones.

Steve stopped in his place with suddenness, knitting his eyebrows in wonder as he pulled the phone from his winter pocket. The moment he looked at the screen, his features tightened and changed to total seriousness, and he pressed the answer button, placing the phone to his ear swiftly: "Hello? Yes, I am with you."

Silence prevailed for counted seconds in which we heard nothing except the trembling and disturbed tone of the other party across the line. With the passage of the moments, I saw how Steve’s body stiffened entirely, his eyes widening with shock and dread as he rubbed his forehead with convulsed fingers, shouting in a tight and raised tone to overcome his stunned breaths: "What are you saying?! An important tourist reserved the entire restaurant now and at this late hour of the night?!"

He stopped to listen again to the manager’s talk, and exhaled with a sharp tightness and oppression, his patience exhausted as he shook his head with helplessness, saying with agitation: "I know... I certainly know that there is no chef other than me now at this time... Damn it! Fine, fine... do not close the restaurant, I am coming to you right now at maximum speed."

Steve closed the line with a swift strike on the screen, and turned to us with features torn with regret and heartbreak, looking at me with exhausted eyes, saying in a low tone: "I am very, very sorry, folks... it appears that our stay-up and celebration have been completely spoiled before they began. A maximum state of emergency has occurred in the restaurant where I work; there is a highly important tourist who reserved the entire place now, and there is no chef there to cook for him at this late hour, and the manager insists on my presence right now to save the situation... I must go instantly and without any delay."

I captured a deep, highly deep breath, and felt a sudden and sweeping relief traveling through my convulsed limbs and undoing the restriction of my tight chest. Despite my slight regret for my brother Steve, inside myself I felt as if a heavy mountain had been displaced from my shoulders due to the cancellation of this cursed and ill-omened stay-up, which was going to gather me with this base Jake in one place and force me to track his hateful looks and swallow his absurdities all night long.

The intensity of tension decreased in my features a little, and I relaxed my tight grip from the edges of my black coat, while I turned with my body toward Steve, who was poised for departure, and said with breaths that had become calmer: "No harm done, Steve... your work is more important than any stay-up; go, do not worry regarding us."

Steve nodded with hurried gratitude, and turned around with running strides to vanish quickly as a ghost in the darkness of the external street in search of a taxi to transport him.

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