Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Gabriel scrutinized Sabrina for a long time, assuming that a newly debuted actress wouldn’t dare try any tricks on him.

I can give you one million euros, but if you try to pull anything… He left the threat hanging, often more effective that way.

Gabriel beckoned his assistant and took out a checkbook, ready to write a check for one million. Now you can tell me what you know,

Sabrina moved to sit beside Gabriel, affecting an air of mystery. “Let me tell you, the Godfather is actually a man who’s very fond of women. He’s even been responsible for two deaths. Of course, the Vittorio family has suppressed this information–it would never leak to the outside world.”

I don’t care what he’s done in the past. I just want to know how I can meet him, and who this mysterious wife of his is. As Sabrina leaned closer, Gabriel kept backing away, almost wanting to pinch his nose to avoid smelling her makeup.

“Wife? I haven’t heard that the Godfather is married.” Sabrina pondered for a moment. “But the Godfather will be attending a charity gala in a few days. If you go, you’ll naturally be able to see him.”

Whether Gabriel believed her or not, Sabrina continued: “Don’t think the Godfather is so extraordinary just because he’s the leader of Black Hawk.”

“At certain times, he’s just an ordinary man. Men, of course, all have emotions and desires. But then again, the Godfather isn’t an ordinary man, so his standards for women are naturally higher than most.”

Not giving Gabriel a chance to speak, Sabrina paused briefly before continuing: “Beauty is one thing, but presence is also important. If you can find a woman with both first–rate looks and presence to send his way, it’s like putting money directly into your pocket.”

“If you really can’t find someone suitable, just look for someone with my kind of beauty. Find someone as pretty as me, and I guarantee you’ll have a shot.”

Sabrina rattled on eloquently, but Gabriel only remembered a few key points–charity gala, and the Godfather’s preference for women with both beauty and

presence.

Women with presence…” Gabriel mulled over these words, involuntarily picturing Alia’s slender, delicate figure.

The current Alia, though no longer as vivacious and adorable as before, possessed a kind of refined elegance that had been carefully polished over time. Her every gesture and smile carried the shadow of the years gone by.

If Alia was once a bud waiting to bloom, now she had blossomed fully, standing proudly on her branch.

Such a gloriously blooming Alia, such a mature and beautiful Alia… yet she didn’t belong to him, Gabriel.

But Alia should have been his, and only his! If not for his parents” pressure back then, if not for that damned Marco interfering… how could he have failed to win Alia?

At this thought, Gabriel couldn’t help but clench his fists, a murderous intent flashing across his face.

Now, he was no longer the young man who was powerless against his parents, nor would he allow anyone to bully him–Alia, he must have her! And if he couldn’t have her… then he would destroy her.

With that thought, Gabriel relaxed his pale–knuckled hands and smiled at Sarina’s bizarrely painted face. “Are you sure the Godfather will attend the charity gala?

His smile was bright, yet chilling. Sabrina felt a shiyer of disgust run through her, finding it inexplicably revolting.

The Godfather often displayed enigmatic smiles too, but behind those smiles was always a confident radiance of strategic mastery. Seeing that smile, one couldn’t help but submit and bow…

But Gabriel’s smile–why did it seem so insidious and cunning, with a touch of sleaziness?

Sabrina felt another wave of revulsion, wanting only to escape this nauseating weasel. She quickly spread her bright red lips in a smile and said, ‘Since I dared to take your million, I naturally have 100% confidence. How could a small–time celebrity like me dare to play tricks on someone like you?”

Seeing Sabrina speak with such certainty, Gabriel fell into thought again.

In recent days, he had indeed heard that the elite and nobility of Portano City were organizing a charity gala, but he hadn’t heard that the Godfather of Black Hawk would be attending.

If what this Sarina said was true, then he would have a way to meet the Godfather and potentially secure his cooperation.

The current plan was to quickly find some women of quality to please the Godfather.

But he wondered if that idiot Ricardo had found suitable candidates yet?

Seeing Gabriel lost in thought, Sabrina asked impatiently, ‘Gabriel, one million euros for this information–you’re definitely not getting a bad deal!*

Gabriel stared at Sabrina for a long time again, trying to discern any additional information from her heavily made–up face.

But no matter how he looked, Sabrina’s face showed only impatience, with no other reaction. After careful consideration, he could only stand up: “Well then, enjoy your meal. I’ll be going now. If this works out, there will be more rewards.”

“Alright, just don’t forget to pay the bill before you leave.” Sabrina waved the check at Gabriel, smiling like a flower–looking every bit the money–loving young girl.

As soon as Gabriel left, Sabrina was so delighted she could hardly contain herself from jumping around in circles.

Marco was a typical rigid man. Despite becoming famous at a young age and being the Godfather of the Black Hawk business empire, he lived an almost monastic life.

In his nearly thirty years, Marco had only had one girlfriend about three or four years ago. They dated for maybe a month or two, meeting probably less than twice. In the end, the woman dumped him because she rarely got to see him.

Sabrina seriously wondered if her foolish brother simply didn’t know how to charm women, which explained why she still couldn’t see any sign of a future sister–in–law.

Thinking about this, Sabrina felt sorry for Marco again. If no woman liked him in this lifetime, and he didn’t actively pursue women, the Vittorio family bloodline might end with him.

Looking at it that way, her spreading rumors… was really just her working her heart out to ensure the continuation of the old Vittorio family bloodline.

Carlo, who had been holding back beside Sabrina for a long time, finally couldn’t contain himself: ‘Miss Sabrina, if the young master finds out about your mischief, he’ll definitely have you tied up and sent back to America, not letting you take a single step outside.”

Carlo shouldn’t have brought this up. As soon as he did, Sabrina became agitated: “Carlo, you dare mention this to me? Last time, if it weren’t for you snitching, would my brother have caught me?”