My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76: 77/Not Like the Others

Chapter 77:

Carlos’s Point of View

I tightened my grip with excessive force on the golden handle of my cane until I felt the coldness of the metal piercing my palm,

and a rigid expression formed on my face as I said in a calm tone, cloaked in an underlying threat:

"I see that you wish for my death."

She didn’t flinch; instead, she tilted her lips slightly to form a cold smile and replied icily:

"Never, Mr. Carlos... don’t misunderstand the matter."

Her eyes were shining with a lethal defiance, a vast greenness resembling mysterious meadows, to the point that for a moment I felt a slight dizziness as if I would lose myself in the depths of that gaze.

I averted my eyes from her with a great effort and shifted my sight toward Robert, who was watching the scene in a suspicious silence, and said to him while trying to regain my dignity:

"I wasn’t wrong when I described her as crazy."

A faint smile formed on Robert’s lips, and he exhaled his cigarette smoke slowly as he replied:

"You weren’t wrong, my friend."

At that moment, Julie turned her entire body toward Robert, fixed her sharp gaze in his eyes, and said in a powerful tone that made the air in the room turn stiff:

"After these words, Mr. Robert... I doubt that you can take respect, even if it is by force."

Robert’s body stiffened suddenly, and his hand, which was toyed with the lighter over the desk, stopped.

Robert said in a low voice carrying a chilling metallic tone:

"Don’t worry about me, Julie, because I will take it regardless of the method."

Julie remained watching the contours of his face with firmness, her green eyes never wavering from his, before he broke the intensity of the silence, saying:

"Now... go and bring us two cups of coffee."

My eyes dilated in shock, and I felt my body stiffen in the chair;

I couldn’t explain the reason for involving Julie in such tasks, nor the reason for her repeated and noticeable presence in his private office.

Julie raised her eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as she asked in a tone dripping with sarcasm:

"And from where do I bring the coffee, Mr. Robert? Would you be so kind as to explain to me?"

Robert pointed with the tip of his cigarette toward the exit without looking at her, and replied bluntly:

"There is a guard at the door; ask him and he will show you where."

At that moment, I could no longer endure the confusion gnawing at my head, so I leaned my body toward Robert and asked him in an audible voice:

"What is the reason for having Julie bring us coffee, Robert?"

But Julie was the one who took over the response; she turned toward me, a bitter smile forming on her lips as she said:

"I will tell you... your dear friend decided to make me his maid, I mean his personal assistant."

The blood froze in my veins, and I felt my hand gripping my golden cane with a force that almost crushed the handle.

I couldn’t believe that Robert, who hates having assistants around him and surrounds himself only with men,

chooses Julie that girl he bought with money to be a mere commodity in his club to place her in this position close to him.

Julie moved toward the door with steady steps, but Robert’s voice stopped her before she touched the handle:

"Bring it without sugar."

Julie turned to him, giving him a final, long look that was enough to burn everything in its path, then went out and closed the door behind her with a force that echoed throughout the room.

I clamped my palm over the head of my golden cane as I leaned my body toward him, piercing the smoke cloud separating us, and asked him in a wavering voice:

"Can you explain why Julie has become your personal assistant?"

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