Emanuele handed her a small, elegant pistol that she carried with her. The next time Chloe dared to offend her, she’d have no qualms about using it.


    Isabe spent quite some time in the restroom, working on her face, making sure the marks weren’t too conspicuous. She finally opened the door when she heard Emanuele knocking impatiently.


    “Isabe, are you in there?” He sounded a bit anxious, clearly unable to locate her and growing concerned.


    But did he genuinely worry about her?


    He imed that everything between them was just a game, engaging in flirtatious exchanges with Chloe, allowing her to touch his muscles…


    Isabe felt miserable, but she couldn’t let it show with so many people watching.


    “What happened to your face?” Emanuele noticed the injury right away; he had an astute eye for detail and recognized the damage to Isabe’s cheeks.


    Had her extended stay in the restroom been rted to this?


    “Just a minor bump,” Isabe lightly touched her cheek and looked up at Emanuele. “Come on, I was also looking for you. You’re about to give a speech.”


    Today was Emanuele’s day, and he was the first to speak. She had gone to find him earlier for this reason.


    “It’s not a big deal. I don’t have to give a speech if I don’t want to. But what about you, Isabe? Shouldn’t you see a doctor?”


    Emanuele had his doubts. A simple bump shouldn’t have caused her face to look like this.


    “It’s alright, I’m a doctor myself. I don’t need any treatment for this minor injury.”


    Emanuele didn’t push Isabe further and held her hand as they walked towards the hall.


    But before leaving, Emanuele nced back at Phillip and motioned towards the nearby surveince near the restroom.


    Phillip nodded and left.


    Emanuele’s message was clear: they needed to examine the surveince footage. The injury on his wife’s cheek didn’t seem like something she’d caused herself, and if she wouldn’t talk about it, the boss would find out one way or another.


    Isabe had concealed her injury quite well, and only someone as observant as Emanuele could detect the issue up close.


    After Emanuele delivered his speech in the hall, Isabe sat in a quiet corner, avoiding interaction with others. Chloe’s presence in the crowd, being the social butterfly, made her feel disgusted, and she wished to stay as far away from them as possible.


    However, because she was Emanuele’s wife, she was still approached by many unfamiliar rtives from both sides, creating a semnce of being a star.


    Fortunately, Grazia was by her side, providing some relief.


    After the banquet ended, Isabe and Emanuele were heading back to their upscale apartment. Grazia mentioned that she would be staying at the estate for some time.


    She had been living here since she didn’t marry Andrew. She didn’t want to intrude too much on Emanuele and Isabe, especially considering they had just recently gotten married and needed to nurture their rtionship.


    Isabe and Emanuele got into the SUV, and as Isabe looked at the security vehicles surrounding them, she couldn’t help but space out.


    “Is your face hurting?” Emanuele asked, showing concern for Isabe.


    “It’s okay, it’s not hurting anymore,” Isabe lied.


    How could it not hurt? Chloe had hit her so hard that her cheek still throbbed, and if she didn’t take medication, she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. However, the thought of Emanuele’s intimate interactions with Chloe made Isabe reluctant to tell him about the incident. Their rtionship was just a game to him, and he enjoyed tormenting her.


    If he found out what Chloe had done to her, or about her ustrophobia, he might use it as a weapon against her. She was already in agony, and if the person she loved used this against her, Isabe felt she might die from heartache.


    So, she chose to keep it hidden from Emanuele.


    Upon hearing her response, Emanuele didn’t say much, but he didn’t entirely believe Isabe’s words.


    Once they returned to the apartment, Phillip cut out the surveince footage from the restroom area and sent it to Emanuele.


    Upon viewing the surveince, Emanuele’s chest filled with anger. Isabe’s injury wasn’t an idental bump but rather Chloe’s doing. Although the video footage only showed the entrance, he saw Chloe enter after Isabe. The restroom could only amodate one person at a time, so why did Chloe go in?Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    After watching for over ten minutes, Chloe finally emerged, touching her jaw as if in pain, but with a cold smile on her face, a far cry from the refineddy she appeared to be in front of him. As for Isabe, she didn’te out until half an hourter when he went to find her.


    Something had certainly happened between Isabe and Chloe, and their rtionship wasn’t as good as it seemed. The marks on Isabe’s face were likely from Chloe’s ps. Emanuele had been ustomed to inflicting various forms of punishment on others, so he knew how different types of injuries were caused. That’s why he could easily spot the palm print Isabe was desperately trying to conceal, and he knew her exnation about identally bumping into something was a lie.


    He had asked Phillip to review the surveince footage, and the video confirmed his suspicions.


    But what had happened between Isabe and Chloe?


    Emanuele immediately questioned Isabe, “Did Chloe hit you and cause the injury on your face?”


    Isabe was still thinking about sneaking into the kitchenter and applying ice to her face after Emanuele fell asleep. She never expected Emanuele to ask this question, and it startled her.


    She instinctively wanted to lie, but when Emanuele handed her his phone to show the surveince footage, Isabe was at a loss for words.


    He had actually gone to the trouble of retrieving the surveince footage. Isabe quickly said, “It’s nothing. We just had a little dispute with Chloe. She’s jealous of me marrying you and asked why it wasn’t her. We argued, and it turned into a fight.”


    She tried to suppress her nervousness and fear, not wanting Emanuele to know how terrified she was of Chloe.


    Recalling the look of pain on Chloe’s face when she emerged from the restroom, Emanuele knew that Isabe had fought back as well.


    “Do you need me to help with anything?” Emanuele asked Isabe. He remembered that when Chloe and Isabe lived together, Chloe seemed to have harmed Isabe. At the time, Isabe refused to admit it, and Emanuele didn’t like her as much back then, so he didn’t investigate further.


    Now, with Chloe still hitting Isabe, Emanuele felt he couldn’t bear it any longer.


    “No, I’ll handle it,” Isabe insisted, wanting to deal with Chloe herself so she could truly move on from this nightmare.


    “But you’re the damn wife of a mafia boss now, and she dares to treat you like this. It’s unforgivable. I feel like my dignity has been challenged!” Emanuele roared in anger. “I’m going to kill that bitch.”