My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: 80/No One Keeps Their Mind

Chapter 80:

Carlos’s Point of View

I adjusted the grip of my cane in my hand and slowly pushed my chair back as I stood up to my full height,

then said in a tone filled with satisfaction:

"Well, Robert... I will return in the evening to enjoy my night with Luna."

A calm smile formed on Robert’s lips as he tilted his head slightly, replying:

"Yes, I will send word now to have everything ready for you."

I exited the office with confident steps, the sound of my shoes on the marble echoing with a regularity that reflected my composure.

As I was crossing the corridor, I spotted Julie coming from a distance; she looked distracted, as if her features were hiding a storm that hadn’t yet subsided.

I stopped completely when we met, passing my gaze over her face in deliberate contemplation.

Then, I leaned my body toward her slightly and asked in a low, calm voice:

"You didn’t say anything to me about the gift..."

I paused for a second, then added in a whisper carrying a mysterious tone while watching the pupils of her eyes:

"Did you like it?"

She tilted her head slightly, blinking her eyes as if gathering her scattered self, then answered in a tone she tried to keep calm:

"Oh, you mean the desk and the bookshelf."

She paused for a second, and I saw her thoughts translated in the movement of her lips before she continued:

"Very beautiful... I liked it, you even brought the notebooks and pens."

A small, faint smile appeared on her face, and she said softly:

"Thank you very much."

I relaxed my facial features and replied with confident coldness:

"Don’t thank me; I’m glad it met your approval."

I gave her a quick wink with my right eye, then slowly extended my hand and raised my fingers to brush away a rebellious strand of hair that was covering the corner of her eye.

At that moment, her gaze froze and turned as sharp as a blade, as if my hand had violated a forbidden zone. She took a step back and asked in a disapproving tone:

"What is this?"

I maintained my calm, lowering my hand slowly, saying:

"It was just over your eye."

She raised her eyebrows, and words rushed from between her lips with a sting of anger:

"My eye, not yours, so mind your own business!"

Her words only made the smile on my face widen, and I said while scrutinizing her burning features:

"Why are you always so irritable?"

She lifted her head with a false loftiness, straightening her posture as she averted her gaze from me, saying:

"I am not."

I leaned my body toward her, approaching to a degree that allowed me to see the glint of defiance in her eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Yes... you are irritable."

She exhaled in frustration and fended off my attack with a sharp tone, saying:

"Perhaps because I am in this place by force."

Suddenly, her green eyes widened as if an idea flashed in her head, and she followed up while piercing my eyes with her gaze:

"Haven’t you asked yourself this question?"

I didn’t flinch; instead, I slowly raised my golden cane while contemplating its shine under the light, then nodded my head in complete calm and said:

"A convincing reason."

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