My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: 417/Imprisoned for His Own Safety

Chapter 417

Julie’s point of view

"How can I stay away, for heaven’s sake?!" he replied emotionally. "Have you lost your mind?!"

"Listen to me, Steve..." I pleaded.

I glanced over at Thomas, who was watching my every move with sharp, hawk-like eyes. I took a few steps toward the far corner of the room, turning my back slightly, and dropped my voice to an absolute whisper.

"Go to Carlos immediately..."

Steve gasped on the other end. "Are you out of your mind?! He’s Robert’s best friend!"

"I know that!" I whispered fiercely, putting extreme emphasis on every word. "But he’s the only one who can keep you hidden from Robert’s eyes!"

"Julie... this isn’t a good idea at all," Steve hesitated.

Closing my eyes tightly, I squeezed out, "Trust me, Steve!... Go to him and tell him that I sent you. Please, brother... if you really care about me, go to Carlos!"

Steve let out a heavy sigh of defeat. "But Julie—"

"Steve..." I cut him off, my voice dropping into a firm, non-negotiable tone. "...if you want me to stay alive, go to him right now!"

"Fine, Julie..." he yielded softly. "...I’ll do it."

I disconnected the call instantly. Turning around, I met Thomas’s unreadable gaze with deep suspicion.

Stepping toward him, I asked coldly, "What guarantees that you won’t betray me and capture my brother again?"

Thomas adjusted his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, his expression indifferent. "I don’t care about your brother at all, Julie. What I care about is my grandson... and I am not foolish enough to betray an agreement that will save the life of my only grandchild."

I let out a heavy breath. "Fine... I’ll trust that. But I have one more request."

His lip curled slightly. "You have too many requests, Julie."

"I just need to make one single phone call," I stated firmly.

He eyed me with a suspicious glance. "To the police?"

A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "I know very well that not even the police can rescue me from this cage."

Thomas smirked with satisfaction. "A smart girl indeed... Make your call."

He handed the phone back to me. I unlocked it and opened the contacts list, confident the number would be saved there. Sure enough, I found the name *Carlos*. Hitting the call button, I took a few steps toward the closed window.

The moment his voice came through the line, "Hello... Mr. Thomas?"

I kept my tone low. "Hello... It’s Julie."

Carlos paused in total shock. "Julie?!"

To ensure complete privacy despite my low whisper, I immediately switched to fluent Spanish:

*(I am using Thomas’s phone right now... Listen to me, Carlos. I’m going to ask you for a humanitarian favor, and I hope you will help me.)*

Carlos replied in serious, fluent Spanish as well:

*(Yes, Julie... I’m listening.)*

I continued whispering in rapid Spanish:

*(My brother Steve will come to you asking for your help... But I need you to lock him up immediately!)*

Carlos gasped in utter amazement:

*(What the hell are you saying?!)*

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