My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: 78/The Bitter Sweetness

Chapter 78:

Robert’s Point of View

I was watching Carlos as he sank into his silence, his eyes narrowing in a desperate attempt to decode the "high price" Julie had paid,

but I decided that this secret would remain trapped within the walls of my chest.

Suddenly, the door opened and she stepped in, carrying a silver tray with two cups of coffee on it,

a mysterious smile playing on her face that made me pause for a second to wonder: what is going on in that rebellious mind?

She approached us with confident steps, placed the first cup in front of Carlos, then extended her hand to give me the other cup.

Instead of leaving, she simply pulled out a chair and sat down, placing the tray on her lap, and said in a calm tone:

"Here you go... enjoy."

I furrowed my brows and looked at her in disapproval, saying in a dry voice:

"Why did you sit here?"

Carlos sipped his coffee, observing the situation, while she replied as she adjusted her seat:

"I sat because I have nowhere else to go, and also... maybe you need me."

I took a drag from my cigarette and slowly exhaled it toward her, saying:

"We have conversations that you cannot be a part of."

Carlos intervened, setting his cup down:

"Thank you, Julie... delicious coffee."

I smiled inwardly; the coffee was made by an automatic machine, and she hadn’t exerted any effort in preparing it.

I raised my cup and took a single sip, but I suddenly felt an overwhelming, unbearable sweetness filling my mouth.

I slammed the cup onto the table with a ringing sound and said in irritation:

"What is this? It’s full of sugar!"

She didn’t flinch; instead, her smile widened and she said:

"I hope it serves the purpose."

I said, gritting my teeth:

"I asked for it without sugar!"

She replied with a provocative coldness:

"Yes, I know, but you need it so your words become sweeter."

Carlos burst out laughing, leaning back as he said:

"Oh Julie... you are truly witty."

Then he noticed she hadn’t added sugar to his cup, so he straightened up and looked at me with a triumphant gaze, saying:

"So Julie left my coffee bitter... that means you like my words."

I felt rage boiling in my chest at his insinuation, but her response came like a thunderbolt; she turned to him slowly,

eyed him with a scrutinizing look, and said:

"Actually, I don’t like them, Mr. Carlos... but considering your age, I was afraid your blood sugar might rise, so I left your coffee bitter."

Carlos’s laughter vanished instantly, and his features froze as he stared at her in shock,

while I was trying to suppress a sudden urge to laugh at the sight of him being shut down in such an insulting manner.

Carlos tilted his head to the side, his fingers pressing hard on the golden handle of his cane until his knuckles turned white, and said in a voice he tried to keep dignified:

"Provoking me with my age doesn’t always work, Julie; look for something else."

She shook her head slightly, her hair strands flying with her rebellious movement, and replied with a coldness that killed his attempt at composure:

"It works every time."

I felt the pressure of the situation increasing, so I pointed my hand toward the door in a definitive gesture and said in a firm voice:

"Fine, Julie... go on, you can leave now."

Her green eyes fixed on me, and she asked with a calm defiance while still seated:

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