My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: 81/First kiss

Chapter 81:

Robert’s Point of View

Carlos was standing far too close to her, trying to cast his nets around Julie my "personal assistant" who had suddenly piqued his interest.

I felt a clench in my jaw, but I kept my tone calm as I said:

"Carlos, you’ve been forgetting a lot lately... don’t let my personal assistant become the reason for your distraction."

Carlos’s smile widened, and he tilted his head slightly as if accepting the challenge, replying coldly:

"Alright, dear Robert, I’ll be going now."

I looked at him rigidly and added in a definitive tone:

"You’ll find Luna ready for you tonight."

At that moment, I saw Carlos’s features change suddenly; the smile froze on his lips, and a fleeting cruelty appeared in his eyes.

Then he turned and left without another word, leaving behind the echo of his heavy footsteps.

I turned to Julie.

She was standing as if detached from this world, staring into space with vacant eyes as if her soul was no longer in this corridor.

I said in a steady voice to break her silence:

"Julie."

She startled slightly as if waking from a disturbing dream, looking at me while blinking rapidly:

"Yes? What?"

I narrowed my eyes, questioning:

"What is the reason for this distraction?"

She averted her gaze and replied briefly:

"Nothing."

I wasn’t convinced, but I moved past it and said:

"Fine... now, follow me."

She asked suspiciously as she trailed my steps:

"Where to?"

I answered coldly without looking back:

"You’ll see."

She walked behind me in the long corridor until we reached the door of my private room.

I stopped and turned toward her, seeing the features of shock clearly etched on her face.

She took half a step back and said in a trembling tone:

"What will I be doing in your room?"

I fixed my gaze on her and said as I opened the door slowly:

"I am going to show you your new job."

She gripped the edges of her clothes tensely and asked:

"What do you mean?"

I nodded my head toward the inside and said with an indisputable firmness:

"Get in and you’ll find out."

Instead of entering, she increased the distance between us, shaking her head in refusal:

"No."

I furrowed my brows and took a step toward her until I cornered her with my gaze, asking with a suspicious calm:

"What is the reason?"

She tilted her head slightly while intertwining her fingers nervously, then said in a tone carrying a lot of caution:

"I want to ask you... and answer me honestly."

I raised my left eyebrow coldly, leaning my weight on one leg as I watched her, and replied:

"That depends on your question."

She took a deep breath as if gathering her courage, then said:

"The day I got drunk... did you..."

She stopped suddenly, and her sentence remained hanging in the air while her eyes began to wander around the place, escaping my gaze.

I said rigidly as I narrowed the distance between us:

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