At the wedding of Chicago’s former boss, the ce was bustling with guests, particrly from the five major families.


    When Isabe arrived, she immediately noticed the security presence had multiplied fivefold from herst visit. Guards patrolled the grounds, and snipers were even positioned on rooftops, keeping a vignt eye on the situation. Along the windows of the house, bodyguards observed every individual at the event.


    Such stringent security measures, Isabe understood, were due to the heavyweight guests in attendance. Any mishap with any of them could spell serious trouble for Emanuele.


    But really, this had nothing to do with her. Filled with unease, she wouldn’t havee if it weren’t for her mother, the only person who truly mattered in her life.


    At the entrance, a red carpet wasid out, bordered with scattered rose petals. Gentle music wafted through the space, mixed with the scent of delightful perfumes. The ambiance was calm and serene, inviting a pleasant mood if one could ignore the guns and ammunition present.


    “Oh, Isabe, you look beautiful today!” Grazia approached, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, immediately putting Isabe at ease.


    “Let me introduce you. This is my husband, Andrew Lee,” Grazia said, pulling her husband over to meet Isabe.


    “Isabe, so d to meet you. I missed the banquet the other day, but Grazia told me all about her new sweetheart sister,” Andrew greeted Isabe warmly. They both seemed like outgoing and warm-hearted people.


    “Let’s go, Isabe, we’ll chat with your mom,” Grazia said, leading Isabe further inside.


    Just then, people in the hall, engaged in conversation, suddenly looked up. Isabe followed their gaze to the second-floor balcony.


    It was Emanuele.


    Emanuele was specially dressed for the day, wearing a ck tailcoat, his hair neatlybed back, revealing his sharply contoured, handsome face. As always, his expression was icy, surveying the crowd below from the second floor like a king high above. Even without speaking, his powerful aura made everyone look up at him involuntarily, their gazes filled with admiration and fear.


    Isabe, recalling Emanuele’s disrespectful behavior from the previous night, felt a pang of annoyance, her look towards him filled with disdain.


    Unbeknownst to her, Emanuele’s gaze pierced through the crowd,nding on her.


    Isabe was startled and quickly averted her gaze, hoping Emanuele hadn’t noticed her earlier expression.


    She needed to find her mother and congratte her on the wedding day.


    Of course, Emanuele saw Isabe’s annoyed look, whether it was her being upset about being in this situation or his actions towards herst night. But he had to admit, Isabe looked radiant today, like a princess – innocent and noble.


    Many people’s eyes fell on Isabe, causing Emanuele to frown slightly. For some reason, the way they were eyeing her, like wolves eyeing their prey, irked him.


    At that moment, several clerics approached Emanuele. Ro praised, “Emanuele, you’ve clearly put a lot of effort into this wedding.”


    Emanuele’s gaze fell upon the crowd: “Of course, I want those Sicilians to know, if they dare to cause trouble on my turf, they’ll pay the price!”


    “Wow, what do I see here?” Just then, rk whistled in astonishment. “Emanuele, when did your family gain such a beauty? She’s with your sister, I assume you know her?”


    His surprise was understandable; he had been a yboy for many years, but a woman of Isabe’s caliber was rare. There were many beautiful women, but Isabe’s youthful, innocent aura made her stand out.


    As everyone looked towards Isabe, Emanuele observed rk’s gleaming eyes. Women rarely escaped the attention of thisdies’ man. He would pursue a woman, never for more than three months, before moving on.


    “She’s my stepsister, the one I mentioned to you. Any of you interested in marrying her?” Emanuele inquired.


    While the others were also taken aback, they seemed uninterested in pursuing women and remained silent.


    Only rk raised his hand, “I like her!” His blue eyes fixed on Isabe, shining with excitement, like a hunter locking on his prey.


    For some reason, Emanuele felt a twinge of difort but didn’t show it. He gestured for a waiter to call Isabe up.


    At that moment, Isabe, about to greet her mother, was approached by someone. They mentioned Emanuele had requested her presence.


    Isabe looked up, and saw Emanuele staring at her, not just him, but several unfamiliar men beside him as well.


    In that instant, Isabe felt her blood run cold. Despite her apprehension from Emanuele’s words, facing the reality was terrifying.


    “I… I need to find my mother. I haven’t even given her my blessings,” Isabe said, her lips trembling, refusing to go.


    However, the response was firm. “Miss Gould, I hope you won’t make this difficult.”


    Isabe was led to the second-floor balcony, feeling the intense scrutiny of Emanuele and the men beside him with every step.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    She felt like a showcased object, a wave of shame engulfing her. The suffocating sensation in her throat intensified.


    Once upstairs, Emanuele grabbed her shoulders, directing her towards the men.


    “This is my stepsister, Isabe Gould.”


    Isabe looked at them, reluctant to even exchange pleasantries.


    These men were notorious, havingmitted countless heinous acts. She just hoped they wouldn’t take an interest in her.


    “Isabe,e on, greet everyone,” Emanuele said, noticing her reluctance. His hand at her waist gave her a slight pinch.


    Isabe, with no choice, weakly greeted the men, “Hello.”


    “Oh, Emanuele, you’ve startled my little sweetheart,” rk approached, releasing Emanuele’s hand from Isabe’s back, then shook her hand before nting a kiss on the back of it.


    “Isabe, I’m rk Campbell, current CEO of the Campbell Group. A pleasure to meet you,” he said enthusiastically, still holding her hand.