Chapter 64: He Found Her More Intriguing
Chapter 64: He Found Her More Intriguing
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Isabe''s phone suddenly felt scalding hot in her hand, and before she could react, it slipped from
her grasp and fell onto the carpet.
"What''s happening?" Tony swiftly picked up the phone and, upon seeing the threatening message
disyed on it, immediately called Emanuele.
"Boss, Miss Gould has received a death threat. It seems to be from those people," Tony reported.
"They''ve got quite some nerve, actually threatening me," Emanuele, who was already dealing with
other matters, felt a burning anger upon hearing Tony''s words. He had anticipated that they might
target those close to him, but he hadn''t expected it to happen so soon, with Isabe receiving a
death threat.
Thinking of Isabe''s gentle and timid nature, despite her inner strength, he realized that when
facing formidable foes, Isabe was as fragile as a delicate flower and could be crushed in an
instant. The thought of them now targeting Isabe filled Emanuele with a zing fury.
He knew that he was running out of time and needed to locate Frederick urgently. The longer he
waited, the more danger Isabe would be in.
"Assign more guards to secure the apartment. Tell Isabe not to leave for now. Whatever she
needs, have someone purchase it for her," Emanuele instructed.
"Understood," Tony replied before hanging up.
Tony turned to look at Isabe, who was now clearly terrified. Her face had gone pale, and her body
trembled.
"What''s going on? How do they know my numbers?" Isabe, encountering a death threat in such a
tant manner for the first time, was scared. "Should we call the police? Will they be able to help?"
Listening to Isabe, Tony and Harry couldn''t help but feel a bit more sympathetic towards her. This
naive young woman believed that the regr police could protect her.
"It won''t help, Miss Gould. Only we can help you."
At that moment, Isabe felt like she was standing right next to the gates of hell, and the gates were
wide open behind her. She could fall into it at any moment.
Oh Lord, could anyone save her?
Isabe had a restless day, but upon returning to the apartment, she noticed that there were more
people inside, including security guards and a chef.
"Hello, Miss Gould, I''m Lilly Gray, and I''ll be your chef from now on. Please feel free to tell me your
favorite dishes," a woman in her forties with a round figure and freckles all over her face introduced
herself with a warm smile.
"Hello," Isabe embraced Lilly, quite taken with her warm and weing demeanor. Isabe
especially liked Lilly''s bright red hair, which made her feel a sense of warmth. Having another
woman in the house made Isabe feel less lonely.
Lilly was quite diligent; upon arrival, she prepared a dessert for Isabe. When Isabe took a bite
of the delightful strawberry cake, her mood improved significantly. The sweet and tangy taste made
her feel alive again.
"Miss Gould, please enjoy," Lilly smiled warmly.
But at night, when it was time for bed, Isabe couldn''t shake her unease. Although there were now
twice as many guards inside the apartment as before, in the silence of the night, lying alone in her
room, she couldn''t help but recall the events of the day.
Isabe felt very scared. The threat of assassination and the threatening message had her on edge.
She had never experienced anything so terrifying. Facing an assassination attempt and receiving
death threats had left her feeling extremely vulnerable.
However, she was not the kind to sit idly and wait for her fate. She understood that her attackers
saw her as Emanuele''s stepsister, fragile and easy to kill. Her stepfather, her mother, or Grazia,
they were all safer than her, with more bodyguards around. So, they saw her as the weakest link,
the one to target, sending her threatening messages to break her psychological defenses, to make
her suffer and break down, didn''t they?
Isabe pulled out her phone and nced at the message once more. She clenched her teeth, this
time making an effort to stay calm, feeling less scared.
She understood that fear was futile. She needed to be strong, just as she had been dealing with
Emanuele. These hidden enemies were even more menacing than Emanuele. So, she had to
be stronger to survive.
Isabe ran her hand over the gun hidden behind her pillow. She had used a gun, even killed
someone with it before, so she knew she could do it. She had to stayposed and not be afraid.
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Emanuele had been working continuously for twenty hours, his never-ending tasks keeping him
upied. Phillip was greatly concerned about Emanuele''s well-being, worried about the toll it was
taking on his health.
"Boss, you should take a break," Phillip advised.
Emanuele waved him off. "They killed Robert."
He recalled the scene when Robert''s lifeless body was brought to the office. Covered in blood, eyes
wide open, and his mouth agape, it was evident that he had suffered unspeakable torture before his
death.
Emanuele was filled with both pain and guilt. Why had he allowed Robert to be captured? With a
new driver now in ce, every time he sat in his SUV and saw someone other than Robert behind
the wheel, he felt profoundly ufortable. Due to his carelessness, he had lost a friend.
War was imminent, and they had no room to back down. Emanuele thought that he would make
sure the Sicilian mob would understand the consequences of provoking him.
Phillip was also heartbroken over Robert''s fate, but apart from providing for his family and seeking
revenge, there was nothing more they could do to bring him back to life.
"Is Isabe okay now?" Emanuele inquired.
"Tony told me that Miss Gould is doing better now. Her emotions have stabilized, and she seems to
enjoy the food prepared by Lilly. She''s been watching a reality show," Phillip reported.
A meaningful expression shed in Emanuele''s warm brown eyes. Oh? After experiencing such a
traumatic event yesterday, her emotions have stabilized quite quickly. She was a woman who
piqued his interest. She might appear fragile, but deep down, she was strong. This unexpected
quality both surprised and excited him.
With this thought in mind, Emanuele felt the fatigue of the past few days dissipate in this moment.
He watched Isabe on the surveince feed, seated on the couch, watching a reality show with
Lilly,ughing and chatting. Her innocent and carefree demeanor didn''t at all reflect the near-death
experience she had just been through.
Isabe, you are truly remarkable to remain so calm! Even Grazia, the real mafia princess, might
not have regained herposure so quickly after such a terrifying ordeal. But Isabe achieved it.
Emanuele, who usually wore an icy expression, now disyed a hint of admiration in his eyes. Her
adaptability was impressive. She was truly a deserving mafia princess, and he could even call her a
queen.