Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Alia POV

Alia today, though still as beautiful as before, no longer had Gabriel’s reflection in her eyes.

Thinking about how Alia’s heart only belonged to that Vittorio from

Cortez Tech, Gabriel felt an inexplicable anger rising within him.”

How could a man who could only afford a car worth a few hundred thousand deserve Alia?

Why would Alia be so devoted to that man?

Considering this, Gabriel had never failed to obtain anything he wanted in his life, and this time he was determined to take Alia back from Vittorio.

He continued, “Cortez Tech is almost out of funds, yet that Vittorio still hasn’t made a move. What game is he playing? Perhaps I overestimated him, and his true capability is actually that fragile.”

Ricardo flatteringly replied, “Young Master, the Castero family is among the top in the country. Once we spread the word, many companies wouldn’t dare cooperate with Cortez Tech anymore. Under such circumstances, it would be a miracle if Cortez Tech could recover.”

Initially, Gabriel had been somewhat cautious about Cortez Tech, but in recent days, he discovered that Cortez Tech wasn’t as strong as he had imagined. It seemed he had truly overestimated that Vittorio.

“Alia, why suffer with such a useless man? If you returned to my side, I could give you everything you want. Wouldn’t that be better?” Gabriel muttered to himself, ignoring Ricardo’s presence.

Ricardo added, “Young Master, should I remind that Vittorio? I worry he’s too slow to realize your true intention in suppressing Cortez Tech is to bring Miss Alia back to your side.”

‘Arrange a meeting with him,” Gabriel said, a vicious gleam flashing in his eyes. “The young master wants to meet him properly. Let him understand the gap between people. My woman is absolutely not meant for someone like him.”

Marco had been away on business for several days, but I was still thinking about what happened that day.

“Alia, are your lips poppies?” Marco had asked with a smile.

At the time, I foolishly asked what he meant, but when I met his mischievous smile, I instantly understood–poppies are addictive; once touched, they can’t be given up!

Thinking of Marco’s words, I unconsciously pressed my lips together, still feeling the tingling sensation from when he gently bit them.

“Alia, what on earth are you thinking about? I’ve been here for ages and you’re ignoring me.”

Francesca’s thunderous voice brought me back to reality, and I saw her looking at me with dissatisfaction.

I quickly poured her a cup of tea: “Darling, you must be tired. Have some tea to soothe your throat.”

Francesca sat down across from me, lifted the teacup for a sip, but her eyes never left me for a second.

She examined me for a while: “Look at you, smiling like you’re bursting with spring fever. You might as well have a sign on your face saying, I miss my man! I miss my man!

Francesca has a particularly loud voice and doesn’t care if others are around. See? As soon as she said that, people at nearby tables turned to look at us.

I glared at her: ‘Fran, can you please consider your image when you speak? Don’t let people laugh at us, okay?”

Francesca took off her coat while glaring fiercely at the men looking our way: “With a beauty like you sitting here, those lustful gazes have been coming our way for a while. You were just too busy thinking about your man to notice.”

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Chapter 63

When Francesca entered the restaurant, her first glance wasn’t for me but for the men’s gazes. Following their line of sight would surely lead her to me.

Sure enough, following the gaze of two men, she spotted me sitting in the corner.

I was smiling gently, immersed in my own beautiful dream, completely unaware of the curious glances around me.

Seeing me in this state of love meant I had truly emerged from the shadow of my past relationship. Francesca was happy for me.

“It seems the only way to keep you quiet is to order more food to seal your mouth,” I smiled, handing her the menu.

“Please give me bruschetta al pomodoro, risotto ai funghi porcini, linguine alle vongole, vitello tonnato… and a bottle of Pinot Grigio, thank you.”

Francesca didn’t hold back, ordering no less than ten dishes at once, showing what a seasoned foodie she was.

Francesca and I had been exploring various restaurants together since high school. For a period, we even wrote posts about each restaurant we visited. Our posts caught the attention of a food column, and the editor approached us about starting a food column.

We’ve known each other for nearly ten years now, and for me, Francesca is a very important friend in my life. More important than classmates, even more than some relatives.

After ordering, Francesca took out a gift box from her bag: “Here, silly girl, I specially chose this for you. Hope you like it.”

Looking at the beautifully packaged gift box, I started to unwrap it: “What did you bring me?”

“Alia, this is my surprise for you. Open it when you get home,” Francesca quickly stopped me. If I opened the package now, probably everyone in the restaurant would look our way.

I didn’t question it, put the box away, and poured more tea for Francesca: “Didn’t Maud Rich say she would return with you? Why are you alone again?”

“Black Hawk Group is too big. Applying for a transfer back to the country isn’t easy. Just the approval process is exhausting,” Francesca said, clearly frustrated about the matter.

If it weren’t for Black Hawk’s exceptionally good benefits and how difficult it was to get a job there, she would definitely h

Alia smiled: “Why don’t I lend you Laura to keep you company for a few days?”

i change jobs.

“Do you want Laura to keep me company, or do you feel she’s a third wheel at home?” Bringing this up, Francesca examined me carefully again. “You silly

seems your man is taking good care of you.” girl, I notice your complexion has improved a lot.

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