Chapter 92: Emanuele Commits Another Murder
Chapter 92: Emanuele Commits Another Murder
Even though those two men were jerks, Isabe didn''t want the so-called "paying the price" to mean
losing their lives. But at this moment, Emanuele had already reached those two men.
Although they appeared somewhat rmed, the man on the left continued to let his gaze linger on
Isabe. His eyes clung to her, like a venomous snake, making Isabe''s skin crawl.
Emanuele was now seated right in front of the men. He wore a suit and had a particrly
gentlemanly appearance.
The man on the left offered a smirk. "Is that your lover? She''s beautiful."
Emanuele didn''t respond. Instead, his hand found a hidden knife somewhere and thrust it directly
into the man''s eye.
The man''s eyes rolled back, and blood instantly gushed out, staining the table before him. His body
fell rigidly to the ground.
Seeing this gruesome scene, Isabe''s breath caught, her eyes widened, and she struggled not to
let out a scream.
Dear God, she had witnessed such a bloody spectacle! Isabe even felt like she could hear the
sound of the man''s skull shattering, ringing clear in her ears.
At another table behind them, the diners screamed and fled the restaurant.
The friend of the now-deceased man looked astounded, his jaw nearly hitting the floor. He appeared
shocked, fearful, and saddened. His face turned ghostly pale, and his pupils trembled as if he
couldn''t believe his friend had died so suddenly.
"Miss Isabe, don''t look; it''s too bloody," Phillip shook his head and walked in front of Isabe to
shield her from the sight.
But Isabe still managed to glimpse Emanuele, using a napkin to wipe his hands and then tossing
it onto the other man''s food. He appeared remarkablyposed, as if he''d just finished afternoon
tea and not murdered someone.
At this point, the restaurant''s owner, Ben John, emerged from the kitchen. Witnessing the scene, he
eximed, "Oh, dear Lord, Emanuele, why can''t you refrain from causing trouble in my restaurant?"
It was evident that he knew Emanuele. Facing such a situation, he seemed rather unperturbed.
"Sorry, Ben, would you mind taking care of this for me? Send the billter," Emanuele said with a
nk expression.
"You can''t keep doing this," Ben sighed and didn''t quite know what to say. "What did this poor
bastard do to deserve such ruthless death at your hands?"
"He coveted my possession; I had to kill him," Emanuele replied emotionlessly. "And I intend to dig
out his eyes to ensure he''s a blind ghost in the afterlife."
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Isabe''s heart was shaking uncontrobly. "Your possession?" Ben''s gaze shifted to Isabe, who
was sitting at the table. He couldn''t help but smile. "You got married? I''ve never seen her before."
"Yes, just married," Emanuele replied.
"Congrattions," Ben said. He noticed that Isabe''s gaze had been fixed on them and waved at
her, but she didn''t respond. Isabe was in a state of terror, trembling all over, and the only
In the air, a heavy scent of blood wafted, causing her stomach to churn and an urge to vomit.
She had encountered the smell of blood before during her time in the hospital, but the situation here
was different. The other man had died a cruel death. The mere thought that this man had been
brutally killed by Emanuele, just for stealing a few nces at her, made Isabe sick to her core.
What was even worse, Emanuele''s reason for killing him was connected to her. It made Isabe feel
an unexpected burden of guilt.
At this moment, Emanuele calmly walked over and sat across from Isabe. Seeing him sit down,
Isabe immediately stood up and headed towards the exit.
How could he sit down to eat so calmly just after killing someone, with the man''s lifeless body still
lying there, blood flowing? Isabe couldn''t fathom suchposure.
She began to regret her decision toe out today. If only she had stayed inside, she wouldn''t
have implicated others in all of this.
Even though that man had given her some creepy looks, he didn''t deserve a death sentence. But
before she could reach the door, her wrist was firmly grabbed.
"Where are you going? Finish your meal first," Emanuele said.
Isabe looked back at Emanuele. "Under these circumstances, can I really eat?"
Emanuele appeared puzzled. "The body has already been taken care of. It won''t affect your meal."
Isabe did nce over at the scene where the body was being cleared, but she wished Emanuele
understood that the sight of the corpse wasn''t what was troubling her. She was repulsed by
Emanuele''s ability to sit down and enjoy a meal so casually after taking someone''s life.
And there was something else...
"Are you treating me as your possession, like one of your clothes or a watch?" she asked.
"You''re my wife, the wife of the head of the Chicago Mafia. In Chicago, you hold the highest position
after me. No one can talk about my wife without greeting me first, not even my father, mother, or
brothers. Besides, that man had lustful and lecherous intentions. So, Isabe, he had to die,"
Emanuele replied with an icy tone.
Isabe was led back to the dining table by Emanuele. By now, their orders had been ced before
them. Isabe''s pasta looked absolutely delicious, and Ben had even added some extra cheese for
her.
Although Isabe''s stomach had been a little empty earlier, she now had visions of the man''s body,
his head shattered by the gunshot, his blood sttered across the table. Even though the area had
been cleaned up, and the smell of blood had dissipated, Isabe still felt an imaginary trace of it,
making her extremely ufortable.
"Come on, eat. Or do you want me to feed you?" Emanuele nced at Isabe''s untouched te
and furrowed his brow.
Isabe hesitated but decided to start eating herself. In Emanuele''s intense gaze, she had no
choice but to push through herck of appetite. She felt like she was dining with a devil.
After they finished their meal, Isabe lost all interest in sightseeing. She wandered around for a bit
before returning to the apartment.
That night, while trying to sleep, Isabe had a terrible nightmare. She woke up screaming, tears
streaming down her face. She had dreamt of Emanuele holding a knife andmitting a gruesome
murder, a violent and bloodthirsty scene that left her nauseated.