My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320: As If They Had Extra Lives To Spare

Meanwhile, Betty sat at the table with wide eyes and her jaw slack. Even Red, seated beside her, stared at the spread in quiet awe.

"Wow," Red said. "This is... this is a feast."

Betty turned to him. "Are we really hostages? I’ve never been held captive and treated like royalty before."

Red deadpanned. "You’re the Madam of Dominion right now."

"Oh." Her mouth formed a small O. "Right. Of course, they’d treat me differently."

"Even if they’re being aggressive, they need something from her — so they’d keep up appearances." Red leaned down and smelled one of the dishes. "Though it’s also possible there’s poison in it."

"Poison?" Betty bit her lip, eyes drifting slowly across the table. "They look so good."

She pressed a hand to her stomach as it gave a quiet grumble.

It had been hours since either of them had eaten, and it was starting to show.

"I don’t see anything obviously off," Red said, straightening up. "But we probably shouldn’t touch it."

Betty nodded vigorously.

They both turned away — then stopped and looked at each other.

"Maybe just a bite?" She pinched the air with a sheepish smile.

Red glanced at the food. "I’ll try it first. If I die, don’t eat it."

And so, as though they had extra lives to spare, they sat back down, and Red worked his way through each dish while Betty watched, cutlery already in hand, grip tight — waiting to see if he keeled over.

"Uh," Red cleared his throat after a few minutes.

Betty leaned forward. "What? Are you dying? Is it poisoned?"

Red pointed at one dish. "This one is incredible."

Her eyes lit up.

"Let’s eat," he said, already serving himself. "They’re really good."

Betty needed no further convincing. She served herself and tried the one he’d singled out. The moment it hit her tongue, she understood exactly what he meant.

The flavor was extraordinary.

They both knew this wasn’t the time for a leisurely meal, but after hours of tension and waiting, their appetites had quietly crept back. They ate well, and somewhere in the middle of it, the pace slowed.

"I can’t believe we’ve made it this far," Betty said, setting down her glass after a sip of water. "I was sure they’d see through it on the way here."

Red shrugged. "I don’t know if it says something good or bad, but her reputation is actually working in our favor."

The only reason the disguise had held was that none of these people knew Ashley personally. They knew of her — through rumors, through reputation. They knew what she looked like, of course, which was why Red had asked the crew attendant for a facial mask early on. A long-lasting one. When it dried, they replaced it with a mud mask. Betty had only removed it now because they’d bought enough time.

"Her reputation..." Betty let out a short, uncomfortable laugh.

She didn’t have to think long before wincing. Ashley’s reputation back then had been genuinely terrible, and neither of them could honestly call it all lies. There was truth in it.

"I wonder what’s happening out there," she murmured. "They’ve stopped asking about the Young Master."

Someone’s here.

Miss Nikki is here?

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