The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 387

Meanwhile in California, Elena and her parents were finishing up breakfast when there was a knock at the door. Despite the early hour, Elena had a sinking suspicion she knew who it was. She let Noah open the door this time.

"Good morning, little bro," Cameron greeted enthusiastically.

The well-dressed business man barely waited for Noah's own greeting before entering the room. Just like last time, he immediately sat down at the table and helped himself to what food and drink was available.

"I was so excited that I hardly got any sleep last night," Cameron announced to the table. "I'm glad to see you all were also up and ready to go! Let me just get through this cup of coffee, and then we can all head out."

"I was thinking we could stop by some of the beaches," Noah suggested. "Those shouldn't be too crowded yet, and then we can have an early lunch afterwards."

"The weather does seem good for it," Sloane added.

Cameron waved a hand dismissively. "Oh come on, that's so boring."

"Maybe a trip to the local museum then?" Noah replied. "That seems like a simple but thrilling activity."

"Yes," Sloane agreed. "Everyone can go at their own pace in a museum."

But again, Cameron shook his head.

"Don't worry your pretty little heads about today," Cameron said with a grin. "I've planned the whole thing out, so you all can relax."

"Oh really?" Sloane asked, her eyebrow raised. "And what exactly do you have planned?"

"I can't tell you that." Cameron raised a finger to his lips and grinned. "It'll spoil the surprise—so you'll just have to wait and see!"

Something about the way Cameron smiled reminded Elena of her biological father and how he talked to his subordinates. Honestly, Elena had seen that grin on many dons as they talked to those of a lower status than themselves.

"Excellent," Massimo remarked. "We can finally stop worry about these FBI pigs."

Luca frowned. Massimo was instantly alert for danger.

"Luca," Massimo said, voice thick with concern, "we're done, aren't we? They don't have any evidence of that night at the apartment."

"That's true," Luca said slowly, "but, unfortunately, I had to go into the station to get you out—and we didn't originally account for that. So I didn't have time to fully delete the station's security footage."

"Let me get this straight," Massimo said, voice teeming with venom, "the police now have a recording of me breaking and entering into their station?"

Luca grimaced. "Not the original entry," he clarified. "But the destruction of evidence and your exit? Yeah."