My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9: 9/Deadly challenge

Chapter Nine

Julie’s point of view

Olivia did not leave the place; she remained standing there like a black shadow refusing to depart, watching me with gazes loaded with poison. She was panting silently, and her hand that had pulled my hair was still trembling slightly from the effect of the emotion.

She didn’t want to grant me the pleasure of feeling alone or victorious; instead, she wanted to remain looming over my breath, waiting for the moment she would open the door of hell upon me with Mr. Robert’s arrival.

That suffocating silence was interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps of another guard, who emerged from around the corner and said in a mechanical, frozen tone:

"Madam Olivia... Mr. Robert wants you to bring Julie to his office... now."

I walked with steady steps and my head held high behind Olivia and the guard, trying to hide the tremor that had begun to invade my limbs.

My heart was beating the drums of terror, not out of fear of facing Olivia or her complaint, but from a single thought that froze the blood in my veins:

What if Robert found out what happened in the doctor’s room? What if he realized that I am not that submissive ’merchandise’, but that I dared and threatened his doctor with a sharp scalpel?

The way to his office felt like a path toward an execution platform, and every step brought me closer to revealing the truth.

We stood before that imposing wooden door; Olivia knocked on the door with a gentleness and servility that befit only an obedient servant, for his resonant and terrifying voice to come from inside with a single word:

"Enter."

At that exact moment, the memory of my entry upon him yesterday hit me like a hurricane... I compared that ’armed robbery’ to my lowly stance now, and a mad desire to laugh overwhelmed me.

I couldn’t suppress it, so a faint, sarcastic laugh escaped me, making Olivia turn to me in astonishment as if she had seen a demon.

Olivia opened the door while looking at me in bewilderment as if I had completely lost my mind. I entered the office trying to stifle the remains of 그 sarcastic laugh that had exploded inside me.

Robert was sitting behind his huge desk, smoke rising from his cigar.

Robert raised his head from his papers and looked at me with a terrifying calmness, then his gaze moved between my disheveled hair and the trace of the laugh that hadn’t completely vanished from my eyes.

Robert placed his pen down very slowly, and his gaze carried an icy coldness as he contemplated my disheveled hair and the trace of agitation on my face.

He did not direct his speech to me; instead, he poured his calm anger on Olivia, saying in a tone dripping with contempt:

"What is this, Olivia? Do I pay you money to bring me my merchandise in this condition?!"

I saw Olivia’s face turn pale and her strong features recede to turn into real terror; in Robert’s dictionary, damaging the merchandise was an unforgivable sin.

Olivia replied in a trembling voice that almost vanished between the walls of the luxurious office, saying while trying to regain her balance:

"Mr. Robert... as you can see, this stubborn girl refuses to wear the clothes in the closet, and even said insolently that she doesn’t see them as fitting for her!"

She was looking at me out of the corner of her eye, waiting for Robert’s anger to pour over me because of my objection to his rules.

I immediately realized that Olivia was trying to throw the ball into my court to save her own skin, but I did not grant her the pleasure of a response or justification.

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