My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: 68/You’re exaggerating

Chapter 68:

Robert’s Point of View

I leaned back, resting my weight against the leather seat which emitted a faint creak, while my eyes remained fixed on her.

She looked tiny amidst the vastness of the sofa, her body trembling like a thin thread in the wind.

Perhaps the idea of killing him before her eyes wasn’t the ideal choice for her first morning after intoxication, but I wasn’t about to let that touch pass.

A minute of heavy silence passed, and her gaze was still suspended in the void where the corpse had been a moment ago.

I exhaled my cigarette smoke slowly and said:

"Julie... I asked you, won’t you answer?"

She flinched suddenly as if my voice had pricked her, and her voice came out trembling, broken, as she whispered:

"You... you killed him."

I watched her hand as it rose with difficulty to rest over her chest; her fingers were digging into the fabric of her white dress while she panted, as if the air in my office had suddenly run out.

Her pupils dilated as she shook her head in denial and continued:

"I can’t believe you killed him like that... with such brutality."

I closed my eyes for half a second, then extinguished the cigarette in the marble ashtray with a calm, firm pressure, and said in a monotonous voice that did not deviate from its pace:

"This is simply what had to be done."

Her body curled up even more, and she shot me a look saturated with disgust and fear, saying with words that came out faltering from between her teeth:

"You are a monster."

A cold, incomplete smile formed on my lips, and I shook my head slowly, saying:

"This is my nature, Julie."

She lunged her body forward slightly, her hand gripping the sofa until her knuckles turned white, and asked in a sharp tone:

"Why did you kill him?"

I leaned back again, calmly interlacing my fingers over my chest:

"Because he deserved to die."

She replied quickly, her voice increasing in sharpness and agitation:

"But he was only carrying out your orders!"

I fixed my gaze directly into her eyes, and my jaw stiffened as I pronounced every letter with sternness:

"He touched what belongs to me."

A suffocating silence prevailed throughout the office, broken only by a faint hum in the distance.

She recoiled her body, and features of shock mixed with sarcasm appeared on her face, as she said in a low voice:

"I am no longer your merchandise... have you forgotten?"

I didn’t blink, and I answered with total coldness while I adjusted the position of the papers on my desk:

"You are now my personal assistant."

Her body paralyzed completely, and her pupils dilated as she whispered in shock:

"What?"

I ignored her stunned looks and bowed my head to start flipping through some documents, as if I were closing the door on the discussion.

I heard the sound of her breath rising, then she said in a tone that was broken and angry at the same time:

"Did I implicate myself... and send an innocent person to prison... just to be your personal assistant?"

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