My father sold me to the Mafia King Chapter 99 - 100/The Ruined Moment

Chapter 100:

Julie’s Point of View

I was in desperate need to speak with Max and inform him of Robert’s approval.

I went down to the lower floor where his room was located and knocked on the door with successive knocks that reflected my anxiety.

He opened the door for , that usual sarcastic smile etched on his face as he said:

"Yes, Miss Julie... I suppose you can’t bear not seeing ."

I bypassed him and entered the room while exhaling in frustration:

"Don’t be ridiculous, Max."

I sat on the edge of his bed, feeling the coldness of the room seeping into my body, and said directly:

"Robert agreed."

He raised an eyebrow in surprise and leaned his massive body toward the closet:

"That fast?"

I shook my head while interlacing my fingers:

"Yes, it was easy to persuade him."

He muttered in a low voice:

"Strange..."

I turned to him seriously and fixed my gaze on his eyes:

"Listen, Max, I don’t want anyone to know that Olivia is the one who hit ... especially Robert."

He asked while watching my features closely:

"First, you will tell why she is doing this, and why you don’t want Mr. Robert to know?"

I relaxed my stiffened shoulders and said bitterly:

"Robert doesn’t care about the girls here, Max, and if I tell him that Olivia is doing this to , it ans I have beco his... that’s what she told ."

His question caught off guard when he said:

"And why do you think Mr. Robert would care at all about what Olivia does to you?"

I felt my tongue tie for a mont and said, trying to organize my thoughts:

"I don’t think that; she is just weaving ridiculous ideas in her head."

He took a step toward and asked curiously:

"What are these ideas?"

I lowered my gaze toward the floor, feeling a heat sweeping over my face out of sha, and whispered:

"She thinks I’m trying to seduce Robert, and she says... she says that I had sex with him."

Max was silent for seconds, then said in a serious tone:

"Everyone knows that Olivia is obsessed with Mr. Robert, but why is she telling you this specifically?"

I answered sharply while shaking my head:

"Because she’s crazy!"

He comnted calmly:

"Or maybe there is a reason..."

I knitted my brows and asked him:

"What do you an?"

He pulled a cigarette from his jacket and lit it, exhaling the smoke slowly as he said:

"That bitch always hits the girls here, but they don’t dare tell Mr. Robert because they don’t even et him."

He paused for a bit while watching the smoke rise, then continued:

"That’s why I find it strange that you see Mr. Robert and et him constantly, to the point that you’ve beco his personal assistant."

I jumped to my feet, feeling his words like whips accusing :

"Do you an that what Olivia says is true? That I am trying to get close to him?"

He raised his hand, calming down:

"I’m not saying that; I’m just talking to you about what I know."

I scread with a sincerity that tore my throat:

"I don’t know! and believe , I never want to see that monster."

He replied in a quiet voice, as if reading between the lines:

"But he wants to see you."

I struck my fist on the edge of the bed in anger:

"Stop it, Max! You’re making angry!"

He tried to interrupt :

"I only..."

But I scread, interrupting him:

"That jerk and lowlife doesn’t want to see ; he knows that seeing his face is torture for , so he punishes by having around him!"

Then I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heartbeat:

"And don’t open this subject again because it provokes to an unbearable degree."

Max exhaled his cigarette smoke slowly and shook his head in surrender, saying:

"Alright, Julie."

His tone wasn’t enough to calm my fears, so I stepped one step closer to him and fixed my gaze on his eyes with sharpness and strength:

"Promise , Max... no one must know what Olivia is doing."

He raised his eyebrows in wonder and leaned his massive body back slightly, asking:

"And why all this insistence on a promise?"

I didn’t answer with a word; instead, I tightened my facial features and sent him a sharp look that almost pierced his silence.

He backed down from his stubbornness and shook his head:

"Fine... I promise you."

I relaxed my grip and felt so weight lifted off my chest:

"Excellent... tomorrow then, I will co to you to start training."

He replied while putting out his cigarette in a routine motion:

"I wake up very early, so I will be available waiting for you."

I nodded my head:

"Alright, I’ll be here in the early morning."

I turned and left the room with quick steps. On my way through the hallway, I caught a glimpse of the hanging clock; it was exactly ten o’clock.

I suddenly felt a cramp in my stomach and a weakness in my body, so I muttered in a faint voice:

"I haven’t had my dinner yet..."

I reached my room door, placed my hand on the handle, and pressed it slowly.

As soon as the door opened and I stepped inside, I froze in my place; my eyes bulged and my breath caught for seconds as I contemplated the unexpected scene that greeted .

I took a step back and whispered in total shock:

"Am I dreaming... or what?"

I moved with slow steps inside the room, scanning the surroundings with a bewildernt that paralyzed my thinking.

"Axel" ran toward enthusiastically, nuzzling my feet with his head, but my eyes were fixed on that paper placed on the edge of the bed.

I picked it up with trembling fingers, and as soon as my eyes fell on its content, I felt the fla of anger running through my veins like wildfire.

I stord out of the room like a hurricane, climbed the stairs toward Robert’s office, and burst into the place after a single knock that didn’t wait for permission.

Robert was buried behind his desk, imrsed in a pile of papers. He raised his head coldly and asked:

"Yes, Julie... what do you want?"

I tried to stifle my disturbed breaths and said sharply:

"I’m wondering about Mr. Carlos... has he gone?"

He answered while returning his gaze to the papers:

"He is in the special room."

I knitted my brows; what is this damn room, I wonder? Robert continued without raising his head:

"Why are you asking about him?"

I said briefly as I backed toward the door:

"Nothing important."

I was about to leave, but his voice stopped :

"Wait, I need you for sothing important."

I answered hurriedly while placing my hand on the handle:

"Later... I’m busy now."

I closed the door behind , leaving him behind, and asked myself indignantly:

"Where is this special room?"

Suddenly, that room I saw when Robert took on a tour of this floor flashed in my mory; vast room that contains nothing but a huge bed in its center and a mirror hanging from the ceiling... the sa shiver that hit that day crawled up my back again.

I headed toward it with steps driven by anger, and began knocking on the door with continuous and violent knocks.

I was fully aware that what I was doing was pure madness; he is in there with a woman, and I am brazenly violating their privacy, but anger was stronger than logic.

Suddenly, the door swung open violently, and I froze in my place as I looked at the black muzzle of the weapon aid directly at my head.

My heartbeat accelerated until I could almost hear its thumping in my ears, and I thought I was going to draw my last breath now; for after the slap, here I am intruding on his privacy, and the bullet is inevitably waiting for .

But Carlos’s hand relaxed slowly, and he lowered the weapon while staring at in total shock, muttering in astonishnt:

"Julie?"

I swallowed my lump, gathered every remaining ounce of strength in my trembling body, and fixed my gaze on his astonished eyes, saying in a commanding tone:

"Co... follow to my room imdiately!"