Chapter 96: Locate Frederick


    Chapter 96: Locate Frederick


    Isabe never expected that Grazia, while watching a variety show, would associate it with Andrew.


    But what Grazia said was indeed true. Andrew had a high emotional intelligence, was witty and


    humorous, and everyone who met him instantly liked him. He was such a good person, and his


    sudden death was undeniably heart-wrenching.


    "Grazia, how did you and Andrew meet? Can you tell me?" Isabe inquired.


    "We were college ssmates and met through a student club activity. At first, I deliberately


    concealed my identity as the Mafia princess because I knew that once people found out, they''d


    keep their distance. So, I tried to appear as ordinary as possible," Grazia exined, her face


    glowing and her eyes sparkling, making Isabe unable to look away.


    "I''m not sure how we grew closer. It was Andrew who initiated conversations, and we started


    chatting, having meals together, and even going out on weekends. He eventually confessed his


    feelings, and that''s when we officially started dating."


    It was a particrly sweet college love story, Isabe thought, but no one could have predicted its


    tragic ending.


    "When we first got together, I hadn''t revealed my true identity. After some time, I was afraid that


    continuing the rtionship would put him at risk. That''s when I decided to tell him. Andrew was


    shocked when he heard my true identity. He asked for some time to think, and as you can see, he


    chose me in the end."


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    With tears in her eyes, Grazia continued, "I thought we''d be happy, but we didn''t even have


    children, and he''s gone."


    Isabe embraced Grazia and said nothing. Her words felt feeble at this moment. Physical gestures


    were the only way to console her.


    Lilly soon prepared breakfast. "Oh, my two beautiful princesses,e and enjoy your breakfast,"


    she said.


    Isabe immediately said to Grazia, "Let''s go, have some breakfast. Lilly prepared your favorite


    cake."


    The goal was to shift Grazia''s attention as much as possible. Andrew''s funeral was scheduled for


    three dayster. Due to the current unstable situation and multiple threats, it would be a grand but


    small-scale event, attended only by their closest confidants.


    After Andrew''s burial, Emanuele promptly arranged for Leo and Sophia to leave the country. Since


    Grazia didn''t wish to go abroad, they settled her into his apartment. He stationed part of their


    estate''s security guards to protect the apartment. Most of his wealth was now stored there, and


    more importantly, it was where the two women he needed to protect were residing.


    However, the frustrating part was that they couldn''t get any Sicilian to reveal Frederick''s address;


    they all seemed to be tight-lipped. Their leads had gone cold.


    Time was of the essence, and facing Frederick''s provocation, Emanuele felt he had been too


    passive. He needed to take the initiative.


    With that in mind, Emanuele looked down at his phone and decided to make a call.


    Isidoro was a bit surprised when he received Emanuele''s call. "Emanuele, what''s going on? Facing


    an issue that''s hard to solve?"


    "We''ve found traces of Frederick in New York, but we''re uncertain about the exact address. Can you


    help us on your end?" Emanuele asked.


    With no leads to follow, the people he had sent to investigate suspicious locations had all returned


    empty-handed. Their New Yorkwork was limited, so he decided to seek Isidoro''s assistance.


    "Wait, I will send Frederick''s address to you via text message," Isidoro said.


    "You already have it?" Emanuele was astonished. He hadn''t expected Isidoro to have a lead.


    "For people like us, any information is worth its weight in gold. Just wait, Emanuele, and good luck,"


    Isidoro responded.


    Emanuele inquired in a hushed tone, "How much?"


    "We''re friends; no need to talk about money," Isidoro replied.


    "Okay, thank you."


    Emanuele was well aware that free things often came with a steep cost. It meant he owed Isidoro a


    favor, and one day, when Isidoro needed assistance, Emanuele would have to provide it


    unconditionally.


    "Take care of your business, Emanuele. I have a wife too, and I wouldn''t want anything to happen to


    her. I suppose you feel the same way."


    Isidoro then remembered something, "By the way, didn''t you introduce your wife to rk back then?


    Howe you changed your mind and decided to marry her after all?"


    Emanuele evaded the topic, saying, "It was just a momentary impulse. Send me Frederick''s


    address; I must act swiftly to eliminate them."


    "No problem."


    The call ended there. Emanuele knew that once Frederick''s address was confirmed, it meant


    Frederick was as good as dead.


    These days, Emanuele was busy preparing for Andrew''s funeral, seeing his parents off to their new


    country, and arranging for Grazia to move her belongings into his apartment, where she would


    reside officially.


    While driving, Emanuele looked at the passing scenery, which hadn''t changed much. The


    landscape was still beautiful, and the city remained vibrant. However, that was from an ordinary


    person''s perspective. For him, Chicago had lost its peace long ago.


    He had lost many of his subordinates, and the enemy hadn''t fared much better. Those stubborn


    Sicilian adversaries seemed like rats emerging from the sewers, and it felt impossible to eliminate


    them.


    He wasn''t sure how many of them had infiltrated the city, but he was determined to make them


    understand who the real master of this city was.


    Late at night, Isabe joined Grazia in bed.


    These past few days, Emanuele had been too busy with work and hadn''t returned home. Grazia,


    overwhelmed with grief, had been having nightmares. Isabe would stay with her as she slept.


    Sometimes, when Grazia was asleep, Isabe would return to her own room, and sometimes she''d


    stay with her throughout the night.


    Isabe said, "I''m naturally scared, and as you can probably tell, at the beginning, I resisted getting


    involved with the Mafia. I was pursuing my dream of bing a doctor, and suddenly, I found


    myself trapped in this Mafia world. And now, here I am, married to the head of the Mafia. It''s like


    something out of a movie."


    Grazia, feeling better than before, said, "I lost my husband, which is devastating, but thinking about


    you, I know you must be scared too. Originally, you should have be an excellent doctor. But


    because of being forced into the Mafia, you had to put your dreams on hold. Now, you''re constantly


    living in fear, knowing that you''re being watched, and your life could be in danger at any moment."


    "I''m definitely scared, and, as you can probably tell, I was initially very resistant to getting involved


    with the Mafia," Isabe reflected on her initial resistance. "But it''s funny how life takes unexpected


    turns. I never would have imagined bing the wife of the head of a Mafia family. It''s the kind of


    plot you''d think was too far-fetched for a movie."