Chapter 20: Protecting Her
Chapter 20: Protecting Her
Isabe couldn''t help but widen her eyes, looking at the man in front of her. "What did you just say?"
Oh my God, was she dreaming? How could she hear such wordsing out of Emanuele''s mouth?
She hadn''t even graduated yet, and she didn''t have much money. Her monthly sry barely
covered her living expenses, and she had to ask her mom for rent money for her apartment.
But now, her mom had apparently handed this responsibility over to Emanuele. She doubted her
mom would have willingly sought him out for this. It must have been Emanuele''s idea!
This devil truly wanted to control every aspect of her life! Isabe felt Emanuele was being
incredibly cruel. He knew she was innocent, so why did he keep interfering with her?
"For your own good, Isabe, you shouldn''t live in such a run-down apartment anymore. You should
move to a top-tier building where the security system is top-notch, ensuring your safety," Emanuele
said as he gestured towards a nearby building.
It was nothing like where Isabe lived now. This building had eighty floors, a modern design, and
from a distance, it looked magnificent. Living there meant being either wealthy or influential.
But she didn''t want to go!
While Emanuele''s words sounded like concern, Isabe felt he was gradually encroaching on her
freedom, turning her into some sort of mafia princess, distancing her further from her previous life.
She was already feeling restricted, with two bodyguards following her around, and now he wanted
her to move as well. Would he eventually force her to quit her job?
Isabe was growing increasingly frustrated. "Enough, Emanuele. I''ve had enough! I''m not a mafia
princess, I''m just an ordinary person. I''m still a doctor, not one of you bloodstained devils. I like
where I live right now, so please stop interfering in my life, okay?" she practically yelled. She had
suppressed her feelings for too long.
Everything was supposed to stay the same, so why was Emanuele refusing to leave her alone and
constantly tormenting her?
After shouting at Emanuele, Isabe hurriedly went home, fearing that if she were a second too
slow, he woulde after her.
She might be angry, but she had no intention of risking her life over it.
Emanuele watched Isabe''s retreating figure, her silhouette gradually disappearing into the night.
He didn''t get angry; he just thought that Isabe was still a little girl with naive thoughts that were
almost cute. How could she still believe she was just an ordinary person?
He looked at the two bodyguards following Isabe: Harry ck and Tony Meyer, both assigned by
his father to protect her.
"Protect her well, and if anything happens, contact me immediately," Emanuele instructed.
"Yes, boss." They obeyed any arrangement made by Emanuele and immediately followed in
Isabe''s footsteps.
Emanuele stood still, his brows furrowed, his face dark and somewhat menacing. The current
situation was not as straightforward as it had been in the past. Dealing with the Sicilian mob, who
bred like pests, had be a daunting task.
Even now, he hadn''t figured out who their leader was or what they looked like. Dealing with other
enemies had never been this difficult for him.
However, they didn''t pose a significant threat to him. He was immensely powerful, capable of taking
down ten enemies in a single breath. Moreover, he had bodyguards for both travel and residence,
guarding him tirelessly. He didn''t need to worry about the possibility of assassination.
But the man he had killed today was a minor Sicilian mob leader. He had tortured him to death in
such a brutal manner that the Sicilians would surely despise him.
The days ahead would not be as peaceful and calm.
Emanuele found it challenging to ensure that when the Sicilians sought revenge on him, they
wouldn''t notice Isabe. She was too fragile, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse. Thinking about
how his casual words had triggered her to the point of vomiting made him shake his head.
While his sister, Grazia, had been well protected by their family and didn''t engage in violence, she
had witnessed the brutal and bloody scenes. In the face of such situations, she remained calm and
fearless. That was the true mark of a mafia princess. Once those thugs set their sights on Isabe,
it would be as easy as squashing an ant to kill her.
"Isabe, you better hope luck is on your side and you don''t die too soon. Otherwise, I''ll lose an
interesting toy," Emanuele whispered to himself.
The next day, Isabe got up to go to work. Her rented apartment was not far from the hospital, and
usually, she chose to walk the ten-minute distance to work. Today was no different.
However, just as she left her apartment building and was about to cross the road, a car suddenly
sped towards her.
If it weren''t for Harry, who rushed out and pulled her aside just in time, she might have been hit and
thrown several meters away by the speeding car.
Isabe was still in shock. "What just happened?"
If her bodyguards hadn''t been there, she might have already been a lifeless body. As a doctor, she
knew very well what the consequences would have been if that speeding car had hit her.
Tony went to examine the wrecked car that had crashed into a nearbymppost. "The driver is
dead, and he smells strongly of alcohol." Everything indicated that the driver had been drunk, which
was why he had been speeding and crashed into Isabe. It seemed like an unfortunate
coincidence.
Drunk driving? Isabe looked at the mangled car, shaking her head. She had never experienced
anything like this in her first 22 years.
She felt like her life was bing increasingly turbulent.
Due to the incident, Isabe felt dazed and unfocused at work all day. She couldn''t help but think
about the ident and how close she hade to death.
She was genuinely afraid of dying. After working hard to graduate from college, she hadn''t even
started to experience the colorful aspects of life. She didn''t want it to end like this.
Evelyn heard about what had happened to Isabe and looked worried. "Isabe, if it''s too much,
you should take a leave and rest at home. Your boss will understand."
Isabe shook her head. She didn''t want Evelyn to worry. She replied, "I''m fine; it''s just a minor
thing."
She couldn''t help but think about Emanuele. If he were here, he would probably mock her, wouldn''t
he? Yes, she did have a small heart.
But why, of all times, did she have to think of Emanuele now?
As Pippo walked past Isabe, he brought her a cup of coffee. "You seem a bit out of sorts today.
Have some coffee; it might help."
Isabe epted the coffee and thanked Pippo. "Thank you so much."
Pippo smiled. "Isabe, have you run into any trouble recently? You seem different from before, and
not in a good way."
Evelyn immediately interjected, "What kind of trouble could she possibly have? Her only worry is
being pursued by rich men. I wish I had that problem."
"Evelyn, stop it," Isabe said.
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"Alright, I''ll shut up. I''m going back to work now," Evelyn said before leaving.
Pippo looked at Isabe. "Isabe, if you ever have any problems, you can talk to me. Maybe I can
help."
Isabe''s emotions calmed down a bit as she looked into Pippo''s kind eyes. But she didn''t want to
involve anyone in her own problems; she was already a mess. How could she drag others into it?
"I''m fine," she said. "No problems."
"Alright then. I''m going back to work. If you need anything, feel free to reach out," Pippo said.
Just then, Isabe received a message reminding her that her rent was due in a couple of days.