Letta gazed at Marco, who remained silent as if lost in thought, prompting Letta to eventually reach out and stroke her husband's arm, causing Marco to slightly startle."Are you daydreaming?" Letta asked, enjoying the moment with her husband."No, did you ask something earlier?" Marco inquired, prompting Letta to nod."Yes, I was asking about the rooms in the back corridor," Letta said, causing Marco to finally nod in response."You don't need to go there. It's just some unused rooms and a warehouse. There are only old items there, nothing interesting," Marco explained, to which Letta nodded in agreement.A few days prior, Letta had halted her steps while heading towards the library. Passing by the servants' quarters, she noticed a hallway leading to the back building. However, when she attempted to step in, Desi suddenly mentioned that there were only a few servant rooms. That's why Letta had chosen to inquire directly with Marco."Why are you thinking about that hallway? Are you su
Marco then slowly helped Letta climb each step towards the plane that would take them to Chicago. As planned earlier, they would be staying in the country for several weeks. Marco smiled as he saw Letta, who had been smiling continuously."You look very excited," Marco said, making Letta nod."Yes, because it feels like my first experience," Letta said, making Marco smile softly. Then, Marco helped Letta sit in a chair made as comfortable as possible for her. With the private jet, all the facilities inside were more than adequate."If you want anything, just let me know. I'll be sitting over there," Marco said, gesturing towards a seat not far from him. Pedro and Marco's other assistants were already seated there. It seemed Marco needed to discuss his plans for Chicago with his team, prompting Letta to nod."Yes, don't mind me. I'll do what I want, so go quickly and meet your subordinates. Don't let them think that I'm holding you back," Letta said, making Marco smile."I won't. You a
Marco then tentatively reached out his hand, as Letta didn't say a word after waking up. "Did you have a nightmare?" Marco finally asked, making Letta sigh deeply before nodding. "Yes, a very bad dream," Letta said, prompting Marco to help Letta sit back, leaning against the bed's headrest."It's because you had too many sweets before bed," Marco said again, causing Letta to pout. "No, it's not that, I'm sure," Letta said, causing Marco to look at her seriously. "What kind of bad dream disturbed you?" Marco asked, making Letta shake her head. "I don't know, the dream wasn't very clear, and I don't know how I could see that bad dream," Letta said, furrowing her brow."Were you being chased by ghosts?" Marco asked, to which Letta shook her head. "It was more terrifying than that," Letta said, making Marco raise his eyebrows. "I heard you calling someone in your sleep, who was it?" Marco asked, trying to inquire about the name Sean that Letta had mentioned. "Did I mention someone's name?
The luxurious car driven by both Marco and Letta finally came to a stop at a mansion with a distinctly strong European style, leaving Letta unsure of what to comment."Whose house is this?" Letta asked, making Marco smile as he pulled her waist to walk towards her. As Marco began to step forward, taking Letta through the grand door in front of them, several servants bowed to welcome their arrival. Not to mention several guards carrying the bags they brought. They had now arrived in Chicago, and Marco immediately brought her to his luxurious mansion."This is the house where we will be staying for some time to come," Marco said, causing Letta to look at her husband who was smiling at her."This is your house?" Letta asked again, making Marco just look at her as if he didn't want to answer her question. This made Letta sigh in frustration. However, Marco paid no attention to her persistent curiosity. Letta sometimes wondered just how wealthy her husband was."Where are we going?" Letta
Letta fell silent, waiting for Marco's response, before Marco shook his head."Why?" Letta asked, making Marco sigh deeply."It would be too dangerous if I took you to a hotel or a house in a crowded area," Marco said, making Letta finally understand why Marco chose this luxurious house that was indeed far from other places. Its area was not much different from the house they had lived in before."How dangerous is it exactly? Are we going to face a terrorist attack?" Letta asked, making Marco pause for a moment. Yes, that was more dangerous than a terrorist, Marco thought, which led Marco to reach out and gently stroke Letta's cheek."You know, I'm very concerned about you. I don't want anything to hurt or harm you, even if it's just an ant. So, I think this is the right place for us to live. When we're here, I promise we won't be here for long, just a week or two at most," Marco said, making Letta grumble in frustration."But this is really far from anything. Won't it be very dangero
As promised earlier, Marco indeed relocated Letta to a place in the middle of the city, close to where Marco took care of all his affairs."How about this? Does it match what you wanted?" asked Marco, causing Letta to turn around and nod while smiling broadly at Marco. Letta immediately opened her room window, facing the beautiful view of the city of Chicago as the sun began to set, creating a warm atmosphere."This kind of ambiance is what I desire. Hearing the bustling of this big city makes me feel like I won't feel lonely, even when you're not around," said Letta, causing Marco to fall silent for a moment before eventually approaching her."Is that so? So I can be forgotten just with this commotion? You're so mean even though I can't find solace in anything when I'm away from you," said Marco, causing Letta to only glance at her husband briefly."You're such a liar. All this time you've only been focused on all your work and ignored me," said Letta, causing Marco to immediately pu
Marco walked straight into a large casino that would soon be his, as someone escorted him into a special room located behind the building. A room with several guards lining the corridor made Marco look at it, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed how tight the security was in that special room. The large door in front of him opened, and Marco fell silent as he saw several beautiful girls surrounding a man who looked very miserable in front of Marco.The man, whom Marco believed would not live long, remained arrogant in front of him. "I didn't expect you to come this soon," said the middle-aged man with his robust physique, making Marco remain silent in response. Of course, the women around him only smelled money on his body, ignoring his uncertain appearance and the luck that would soon run out, thought Marco, who was now walking closer, then tossing the bag that Pedro had previously carried."I think you should be done having fun by now," said Marco, causing the man to only inte
Marco then laughed satisfactorily with all the efforts he had made over the past few days. It had indeed yielded results. All the piled-up documents didn't come on their own. They were the result of Marco's efforts to take over Lemos's casino, which was now under his control in Chicago.As Edward had said, everything was easy for Marco now. Moreover, not only that, the nightclubs under Lemos's name were now also in his hands. Marco finally sat calmly in the room. He then looked towards the women who had previously surrounded Lemos."You should thank me for freeing you from that wretched old man. I know how disgusting it must have been for you to be close to him," said Marco, making the women whisper to each other. Of course, they hadn't willingly approached such an unattractive man.Marco then reached out, sipping the drink he had just taken. However, for some reason, Marco felt something strange about the drink. "Don't tell me you put something in this drink," said Marco, making one