My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96: 97/Fake submission

Chapter 97:

Robert’s Point of View

I stepped into the club, my body groaning under the weight of a suffocating exhaustion; four consecutive meetings were enough to suck the last drop of energy from my nerves.

I loosened my tie slightly, feeling the heaviness of my steps on the luxurious carpet as I headed directly toward Julie’s room.

My motivation was nothing but to see "Axel" yes, Axel, not Julie.

I opened the door quietly, but the scene that greeted me made me freeze in my place for an extra second.

Julie was standing before the mirror, raising her arms to style her hair, which seemed to have just regained its vitality.

She had discarded her previous clothes and wore a tight pink dress that hugged the curves of her body with extreme precision down to her knees, and she wore high-heeled shoes of the same color.

In the middle of the dark room, she looked like a rebellious painting, or a fashion model who had lost her way into my dark lair.

Axel rushed toward me, breaking the silence of the moment, so I leaned down to him with my exhausted body and circled his neck with my arms, ignoring her presence for a moment.

I said in a low voice carrying a tone of tenderness I do not show to humans:

"Have you been a good dog today, Axel?"

Her voice came softly, but it carried a strange stability I hadn’t sensed in her before:

"He was an obedient and sensible dog."

I raised my gaze to her slowly, letting my eyes roam over the details of her dress and the pink tinting her skin.

There was something different in her stance, something not granted by clothes alone, but by a sense of power.

My eyes remained locked on her while my hands were still stroking Axel’s coarse fur, and a silent question began to swirl in my head about what had happened in my absence to make her dress up in such a defiant manner.

She gracefully raised her hand to spray perfume on the side of her neck, and in moments, the refreshing scent of lavender wafted out to envelop the room’s atmosphere.

She said in a calm and formal tone:

"I am ready, Mr. Robert, if you want me to accompany you to your office."

The words froze in my throat, and I almost opened my mouth in sheer amazement; is this the rebellious girl I left this morning? Or had I fallen into a deep dream?

I quickly regained my mask and answered in a tone I tried hard to make seem indifferent:

"Yes... let’s go."

She turned toward Axel with a strange dignity and pointed her hand at him, saying:

"Axel... sit here."

Then, with total coldness, she turned on the television for him and left the dog staring at the screen in complete compliance.

I watched the scene in silent astonishment; how did this delicate girl manage to impose her control over a beast like Axel, who bows his head to no one but me?

She moved with calm and steady steps, preceding me toward the hallway with pride.

Upon reaching the office, we entered with silence surrounding us; I threw my exhausted body into my leather chair, closing my eyes for seconds trying to absorb the day’s fatigue, while she settled into the chair opposite me.

She sat with a straight back and a steady gaze that didn’t waver, then broke the silence saying:

"Mr. Robert... I want to ask a favor of you."

I opened my eyes slowly, and our gazes met; there was a new glint in her eyes, a glint that made me realize the request to follow would not be ordinary.

I raised my gaze to her and rested my elbows on the wooden desk surface, slowly interlacing my fingers:

"What request?"

She said in a confident tone that did not shake:

"I want to train in the gym downstairs."

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