The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 304

It was a sobering thought.

Massimo's phone suddenly rang. It was Luca, who knew better than to call him during a date.

"Sorry," Massimo said quickly. "It's a work call—I'll try to be quick."

"It's fine," Elena said. "Take your time."

Massimo walked to the other side of the empty floor. He was suddenly glad he had rented out the entire second floor of the restaurant. He didn't need anyone overhearing his conversation.

"What is it?" Massimo said as soon as he answered the call.

To his surprise, it wasn't Luca who responded.

"Your assistant told me to call this number," Noah said smoothly. "I know I said I'd give you time to think over our deal, but that time is running out. I need an answer."

"Don't be mad at me because you didn't set a strict deadline," Massimo snapped back. "Your tactic to apply pressure now is too sloppy and nonsensical."

"Sloane left a message with your staff," Noah replied simply, like Massimo hadn't just insulted him. "You know I need an answer before you leave New York City at the end of the week."

"If you have a problem with how I do business, you can talk to Elena," Massimo replied. "I've left the decision entirely in her hands."

That seemed to surprise Noah. He didn't verbally replied for a few seconds.

"Is that true?" Noah asked.

"Lying during business deals is too easy," Massimo stated coldly. "I wouldn't waste such tricks on civilians."

Without another word, Massimo hung up.

Her husband had no sooner left the table when Elena's own phone began to ring. She couldn't make out the phone number but answered it anyways—she had a good guess as to who it was.

Elena was calm by the time her husband returned to the table. She needed to not give any hints as to her last step in her plan.

Because, after all, these tests could just be explained by alternative explanations—even if they sounded contrived or suspicious. If Elena really wanted to get to the truth, she'd need damning evidence.

She waited until her husband poured them each a glass of champagne. They toasted. Elena barely had a sip before she put down her glass and took out her phone.

"I completely forgot," Elena said quickly. "I have a quick work call to make, too—it'll just be a second."

Massimo's number was already punched into her phone—she just had to hit the call button. She didn't want to give Max any time to respond or excuse himself from the table, after all.

"Is now the best time?" Max asked.

But Elena didn't respond. The call was already about to connect. This was it.

If Max and Massimo were the same person, she'd hear Max's phone ringing any second. And, more importantly, Massimo wouldn't be able to answer the phone—not without blowing his cover.