The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257

Elena smiled at her mother’s response. She was glad Sloane was free–and that she had cleared up her misunderstanding with Massimo.

“Anything else you need me to do today?” Elena asked her boss.

Massimo hadn’t looked up from his computer since she entered. Whatever he was doing must be very important.

“No, that will be all,” Massimo replied. “You are dismissed.”

Massimo didn’t need to tell her twice. Elena nodded and left the office. After all, with work being so busy, there was another person Elena hadn’t gotten to talk to as much as she liked.

But as Elena pulled up Max’s contact, she received a text message from him! Elena smiled at the good timing.

“Are you free to hang out soon?” Max asked.

“Definitely! I’m free after tomorrow,” Elena replied.

Max took much longer to reply. “That’s unfortunate,” Max replied. “Tomorrow is my first free day in a while–I was hoping we could go on another date.”

Elena frowned. She did want to see her mother, but she also didn’t want to delay a date with Max.

Elena took out her work phone and checked her calendar. She was rather busy–between her normal doctor duties, the upcoming winter mafia party, and all the extra errands Massimo had her running, her schedule had gotten very busy.

But it looked like she might have some free time later in the week, so she texted her mother.

“Sorry, but would you mind if we actually met up later in the week?” Elena asked. “My husband was hoping to take me on a surprise date tomorrow.”

“That’s fine, Elena. What day were you thinking?” Sloane replied.

Elena figured out the details with her mother before switching phones and texting Max.

“Nevermind, my thing tomorrow is no longer happening. What do you have planned?”

“It’s a secret,” Max replied. “So you’ll just have to wait.”

Massimo put down his phone. He should be focusing on the results of Sloane’s and Noah’s background checks, but he couldn’t. The second Elena told him that he wanted to see Sloane again, Massimo was worried.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that Sloane was still hiding something from Elena.

So he lied to Elena and hoped Max’s “busy schedule” would convince Elena to meet with her mother later. Massimo’s quick plan had worked. But instead of feeling satisfied, he only felt guilty–and still worried.

He couldn’t let Sloane hurt Elena. He had already failed to protect Elena from her stepmother. He couldn’t afford to fail again.

Massimo wouldn’t let the mother and daughter meet until he figured out just what Sloane was hiding. Once he cracked the mystery of her true intentions, he could step back–provided her intentions were as pure as she claimed. Resolved, Masismo looked at the two background checks on his computer.

Noah Winslow was the fifth son of a ridiculous family that made their money selling different children’s toys. He

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didn’t hold any fancy titles at the company, but instead made his money securing licensing deals–boring, trivial stuff, as far as Massimo was concerned.

Noah was surprisingly clean for someone of his wealth level. Sure, some of the associate’s of his older brother’s company weren’t exactly ethical or playing by the rules–but that’s several more degrees of separation than Massimo was expecting. Friends of friends would inevitably make things murky.

But Noah’s own hands were devoid of any criminal dealings. Massimo couldn’t even find a lawsuit brought against the bastard.

Not that Massimo was shocked or anything. Noah didn’t walk or talk like someone who had even met a mafia man, let alone been involved in serious criminal dealings. Massimo was just surprised that he couldn’t find a speck of dirt–one speeding ticket, a report about a bar fight, or suspicions of tax evasion–on the guy.

The only problem Noah Winslow had was his lovers. There were plenty of tabloid articles on the number of different lovers he’d taken–and how those lovers had taken the man’s money and assets. If even a quarter of the rumors were true, his gold–digging former partners must have cost Noah at least a million dollars.

There wasn’t any noticeable pattern among his past lovers. Some were rich celebrities, others were poor nobodies. Noah didn’t even fall for the same looks–his love, it seemed, was truly blind.

“The fact he fell for Sloane adds up,” Massimo muttered to himself. “Even if she was barely getting by, Noah wouldn’t care…”

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