Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 133

I nodded: “I’ll wait for you at the hotel.”

These past few days, after Marco left for work, I stayed at the hotel working on design drafts.

Not having touched a pencil for three years, my hand was a bit rusty, but thanks to my solid foundation and fashion design being my specialty, I made rapid progress in just two days.

I sent the completed drafts to Francesca, who praised me for a full half hour, saying that not designing for these three years had been a waste of talent.

But I would sooner believe pigs could fly than trust anything from Francesca’s mouth.

Tomorrow we would return to Portano, but before leaving Montrano, I had to meet someone and take care of this matter

Getting out of the taxi, I wandered through several alleys before finally arriving at an unassuming café.

I looked up at the simply decorated door where a wooden sign hung, reading-“Boss isn’t feeling beautiful today, taking a day off.”

What a whimsical and adorable reason!

I was about to knock when I heard a young male voice: “Since you’re here, please come in.”

With the owner’s permission, I pushed the door open. Coffee was brewing at the bar, its aroma filling the entire room.

Even though I had given up coffee for a long time, smelling such a fragrant aroma made my mouth water: “May I have a cup, Mr. Federico?”

The man sitting at the bar finally looked up at me, his eyes as black as obsidian, like a deep pool, dark and bottomless.

After staring at me for a long time, he slowly said, ‘I don’t know whether to call you Miss Alia or Mrs. Vittorio?”

“Alia,” I said.

I came here today to find him as Alia, not wanting to involve Marco in any way, so I was Alia.

“Since it’s Miss Alia, then what’s the harm in offering you a cup of coffee?” The man took out cups he had prepared earlier, poured two cups of coffee, and handed one to me.

I took a sip and nodded in appreciation: “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such delicious coffee.”

“Whenever Miss Alia wants to drink it, I’m always ready to serve,” Federico narrowed his eyes, the corners of his lips curling into an ambiguous smile as he looked at me.

I turned my head to avoid his gaze and noticed an oil painting hanging on the wall. It depicted a woman holding a little boy’s hand from behind, looking particularly warm and intimate.

Federico’s gaze followed mine, and then he smiled again: “It seems the reason we can sit together drinking coffee is that we both have our stories.”

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Chapter 133

“So?” I raised my eyebrows with a light smile, my clear gaze like a brilliant starry sky. Does this mean Mr. Federico agrees to cooperate with me?”

“I think no man would refuse such a beautiful woman as Miss Alin.” Federico raised his coffee cup to clink against mine. “Happy cooperation!”

“Happy cooperation!” I smiled, taking out a USB drive from my bag. “This is my welcome gift to you. I’ve heard some things these past few days. If you can persuade her to help you, then before long, everything you want will be yours.”

“Actually, I’m more concerned about whether this USB contains Miss Alia’s personal collection,” Federico’s alluring lips curved into a seductive smile.

“You’ll only know after you’ve seen it. If you’re satisfied after viewing it, don’t forget to give me a call. With those words, ! turned and left.

Watching my retreating figure, Federico made a grasping gesture with his hand.

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