My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416: 416/I bought you, Julie

Chapter 416

Julie’s POV

I spun around quickly, terror squeezing my ribs, only to find Robert standing right behind me, his expression as cold as stone.

Max froze where he stood, stuttering in sheer panic. "Sir... I was just—"

"You’re just doing the things that irritate me, Max," Robert interrupted, his low voice dripping with venomous venom.

I took a sharp step forward, glaring at him in utter disbelief. "What is he doing?! What?!"

Robert tilted his head with a twisted, cynical smirk. "Are you going to tell me he turned ’like me’ again?"

I shook my head in fury. "Stop the damn nonsense!"

Robert turned his gaze toward Max, issuing a dry, unyielding command. "Max... get out of here. Now."

Max moved instantly without uttering another word, making a swift exit out of the gym.

I locked my eyes onto Robert’s dark pupils, shouting in sheer frustration. "Are you going to follow me everywhere I go now?!"

Leaning his broad frame against the iron frame of an exercise machine, he responded with frigid detachment. "I’m not following you at all... Don’t forget that this entire club belongs to me."

"I just don’t understand why you speak so horribly to Max like that!" I snapped, my chest heaving.

"Because Max’s job here is a security guard, nothing more," he replied, his tone flat and void of any warmth.

I let out a bitter, heartbroken scoff. "Does it bother you that he’s my only friend in this damned prison?"

Curling his lip, he murmured softly, "Really?... Your friend?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" I demanded, stepping closer.

He took a few slow, deliberate steps toward me until his towering shadow enveloped me entirely. He leaned down, his voice dropping into a dangerous whisper laced with dark mockery.

"You scream upstairs with fake pride *I’m not a whore, I’ll never be a whore* and now I find you throwing yourself into Max’s arms, holding him in such a disgraceful way?"

"Max is literally like my brother Steve!" I exploded, tears of rage springing to my eyes. "You’re just imagining things in your sick, twisted mind!"

He let out a short, humorless laugh. "Really? I thought Steve was your only brother."

"Stop with the ridiculous jokes, for God’s sake!" I cried out, turning away.

His jaw hardened like iron, his tone cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "Any man who wasn’t born from the same womb as you is *not* your brother, Julie. Not in any way!"

Lifting my chin in defiance, I yelled back through burning tears, "And what the hell do you care?! Tell me, what business is it of yours who I hug or who I stay with?!"

A cruel smile stretched across his lips. He lowered his head close to mine, his breath brushing against my cheek.

"Because I bought you, Julie... Not just once, but three times already."

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