Isabe’s suspicions were quickly confirmed. Two dayster, she received an invitation from Karen.This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    “Isabe, my birthday is approaching, and I don’t have many friends in Chicago. Can you and Emanuele attend my birthday party?”


    Isabe knew Karen had ulterior motives. She wasn’t sure how Karen got her phone number, but it was clear that Karen was challenging her with arrogance. Back when Emanuele challenged her, she bravely faced it, let alone dealing with Karen.


    Isabe texted Emanuele, “Karen is having a birthday party in Chicago and wants to know if we’ll attend.”


    After a while, Emanuele replied, “She told me too. Are you going?”


    “Yes,” Isabe responded.


    Emanuele didn’t expect Isabe to agree. He had initially nned to decline Karen’s invitation. Although he had a good rtionship with Karen’s brother, it didn’t mean he liked Karen. Moreover, after Karen confessed her feelings to him and spoke disrespectfully to Isabe, Emanuele decided to cut ties with her. He wouldn’t allow anyone to mistreat his wife; it challenged his dignity. If Karen were an ordinary person, he would have dealt with her more aggressively.


    “Are you really going?” Emanuele couldn’t help asking. He was concerned that Isabe might not handle the situation well.


    Karen’s birthday party would undoubtedly have many people from their circle, especially the Mafia princesses, most of whom were close to Karen. Grazia, also a Mafia princess, was Isabe’s sister, and she was understanding. Grazia had taught Isabe many things and helped her navigate this world. However, not all Mafia princesses were as amodating as Grazia.


    Karen harbored hostility towards Isabe, and the Mafia princesses invited to her birthday party were her closest friends. Isabe’s attendance might make her a target, and unexpected events could ur.


    Emanuele thought of Chloe. Chloe alone had caused Isabe so much harm; he couldn’t bear the thought of Isabe being hurt again.


    With these concerns, Emanuele immediately called Isabe. “I don’t want you to go to Karen’s birthday party, and I won’t go either. Can we just stay at home, or I can apany you shopping?”


    “Emanuele, when did you be so timid? Are you afraid I’ll cause trouble?” Isabe felt a bit helpless with Emanuele’s continuous refusals.


    “I’m afraid you’ll be bullied. Grazia is in Italy and can’te back. If we attend Karen’s birthday party, her family will be there, and I must entertain them. If you’re left alone, I worry they might mistreat you.”


    Isabe was alone now, and Emanuele couldn’t bear the thought. Although Mafia princesses weren’t as ruthless as their male counterparts, many had grown up in this environment, developing some unsavory habits. Some even fought alongside their brothers, involved in killing.


    Emanuele was concerned that Isabe, an ordinary person, entering their circle was like amb entering a wolf’s den-she might be devouredpletely.


    “Did you forget? I trained with Elisa for a while before. Now, I asionally follow Elisa’s instructional videos. Don’t worry; I’ve be quite formidable. Even if a few of them gang up on me, they might not beat me. Besides, aren’t you there too? If they really bully me, isn’t that provoking you as well?” Isabe reassured him.


    Isabe felt that Karen might not have the guts to challenge her, and even if she did, other Mafia princesses who were close to her might not want to offend Emanuele for her sake.


    Seeing Isabe determined, Emanuele carefully considered her words and found her reasoning valid. “Alright, Isabe. Let’s start by preparing the dress you’ll wear. I think you need to look beautiful.”


    The day Karen said Isabe wasn’t up to Emanuele’s standards angered him. The woman he liked, the woman he chose to be his lifelong partner, dared to be looked down upon by Karen? Who did she think she was?


    “I can continue going to the base and intensify training with Elisa these days. Consider it a fitness routine,” Isabe suggested.


    “Whatever you want,” Emanuele didn’t reject Isabe this time. He knew this would make her happy.


    “However, Isabe, you’re training so seriously. Are you nning to take on ten people at once? Remember, it’s a birthday party.”


    “Why, are you worried about Karen?”


    “I’m just worried you might get hurt.”


    “No need to worry. I can protect myself now.” Isabe finished speaking and hung up the phone.


    Emanuele couldn’t help but smile. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the bustling crowd and vehicles below. He enjoyed living in high-rise buildings; whether it was his office or apartment, he always chose the highest point. This way, he could take in the whole of Chicago, seeing the thrivingnd he ruled.


    Emanuele’s heart was initially calm, but Isabe’s bravery once again excited him. How could this seemingly fragile woman be so powerful? She integrated into the Mafia world much faster than he imagined.


    Facing the challenge of a so-called rival, she dared to bravely ept the invitation. Truly, she was the woman he had chosen-forever indomitable, quick to recover from setbacks, just like him.


    Emanuele thought he would never tire of Isabe.


    After finishing work, Isabe ate something quickly and went to the base to find Elisa.


    When she first arrived, looking at the familiar scenery along the way, Isabe felt a bit sad. It was on this street that they encountered an attack after a training session, followed by the news of her mother’s death. Now, passing through this street, everything seemed to have returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, but Isabe knew her mother would nevere back.


    Isabe struggled to control her emotions, not letting the tears fall.


    The dead were already gone, and the living had to strive to live on behalf of those who passed away.


    Arriving at the base, Elisa, seeing Isabe, immediately gave her a big hug. “Isabe, I’m really d to see you again.” Elisa eximed. She knew about what happened during this time, felt sorry for Isabe, but couldn’t find the words to say, afraid of making Isabe sad again.


    “Look at what I brought you.” Isabe handed over the pastries she bought on the way.


    “Wow, thank you, Isabe. I love cake!” Elisa’s face lit up with joy. “But even if you bring me such delicious cake, I won’t go easy on you. Later, I’ll test your previous training results to see how much you remember.”


    “Bring it on!” Isabe wasn’t afraid at all.