My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: 73/The Miracle of Ruin

Chapter 73:

Olivia’s Point of View

I tucked Robert’s shirt into my handbag with extreme care, as if I were hiding evidence of a crime of passion, and left the office with steps I tried to keep balanced despite the hurricane hitting me from within.

I descended the stairs, the sound of my high heels striking the marble with a dry echo, until I reached the locked door that opens only with a passcode.

As soon as the door opened, I found him standing there; the guard Stan, in his black suit and massive body.

He said in a calm tone that was not devoid of flattery:

"Hello, Ms. Olivia, are you going home?"

I answered him briefly without looking at him:

"Yes."

I saw him out of the corner of my eye looking left and right cautiously, then he leaned his body toward me to whisper in a faltering voice:

"A miracle has happened here, Ms. Olivia."

I raised my hand in the air with a commanding motion to silence him, feeling a heaviness in my head from excessive thinking, and said with annoyance:

"I am in no mood to hear news about customers today, Stan."

But he did not back down; instead, his features appeared more serious and interested as he replied:

"The miracle is about Mr. Robert, not the customers."

At that moment, I felt as if an electric current had run through my spine.

Every atom of exhaustion vanished, and my senses awakened completely; my raised hand froze in the air before slowly lowering to grip the handle of my bag firmly.

I turned toward him with my entire body, my pupils dilating as I fixed my gaze on his mouth, waiting for the next word, and said in a voice charged with anticipation:

"Yes? What happened?"

Stan said in a low tone:

"Last night, late at night, Mr. Robert came out of this elevator carrying a girl in his arms."

My body stiffened in place as if I had turned into a statue of salt; I felt a sudden coldness stabbing my limbs, and my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

I swallowed my saliva, which had dried up completely, and said with a tension I desperately tried to hide while my hand squeezed my bag:

"Who... who is this girl?"

He answered, narrowing his eyes like someone recalling a stunning scene:

"I don’t know her name, but she is a very beautiful girl... she has long brown hair and green eyes."

The words froze in my throat, and I felt a tightness in my breathing as if the walls had begun to narrow around me. My voice came out hoarse and shaky:

"Are you sure, Stan?"

He nodded firmly and replied:

"Yes, and I remember her features well... she possesses a beauty that is difficult to forget."

Sparks flew from my eyes, and I felt the heat of rage burning my cheeks, so I shouted at him sharply, my body trembling:

"She is just a wild sow!"

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