My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: 87/The Master’s Concern

Chapter 87:

Robert’s Point of View

Olivia froze before my eyes as if she had seen a ghost emerging from the folds of the corridor; her joints stiffened, and her face turned pale in an instant.

I repeated her name with a sharper tone, my body blocking her path:

"Olivia."

She stammered, her voice trembling as she tried desperately to regain her false composure:

"Nothing, sir..."

I narrowed my eyes, eyeing her with a scrutinizing look that made her eyelids quiver, and asked coldly:

"What are you doing in Sarah’s room?"

She swallowed hard and began fumbling with her fingertips in a gesture indicating suppressed tension, then said:

"Nothing... I was just checking if she lacked anything."

The suspicious movements of her body and the way her gaze shifted away from mine told me clearly that she was hiding something behind that door, but I decided to overlook it for the moment.

I said in a definitive voice:

"Prepare Luna tonight for Carlos."

She nodded quickly in a gesture of submission and said:

"Yes, Mr. Robert."

I continued my instructions, remaining standing with a rigidity that suggested authority:

"And send her to the VIP room."

She replied with total subservience:

"Yes, Mr. Robert... I will carry out all your orders."

I watched her walk down the corridor with fast steps, as if she were fleeing from the dominance of my presence, until she disappeared inside Luna’s room.

As soon as she was gone, my focus shifted entirely toward a door a few steps away from me... the door to Julie’s room.

My movement stopped completely, and I remained staring at the silent wood with an internal question:

’Should I check on her?’

I recalled her scene from a short while ago; how her body jerked in agitation from the thought of the kiss I had planted in her mind,

and how she was trembling with terror from Axel to the point that she buried her face in my chest seeking safety.

I felt a strange curiosity gnawing at me, and an impulse I didn’t understand pushing me to approach;

perhaps I should go and ask her if she had regained her calm... or perhaps to see the glint of brokenness in her eyes once more.

I walked toward her door with confident steps, turned the handle quietly, and entered.

At that moment, I felt as if time had stopped completely; I froze in my place, my eyes widening in a shock that paralyzed my movement and silenced my tongue.

She had her back to me, her head leaning toward the wall, and she had completely stripped off her shirt.

She was wearing a scarlet red bra that clearly accentuated the size of her full, provocative breasts, creating a stark contrast with her white skin.

She didn’t notice my presence at first, so I allowed my gaze to examine her bare waist,

which looked precisely sculpted with divine accuracy, as if it were a piece of marble crafted by the hands of angels.

Suddenly, she turned toward me, letting out a muffled gasp as her entire body trembled when her eyes fell on me.

In an instinctive movement filled with confusion, she raised her small hands and tried to cover her chest with them,

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