My Back-Up Boyfriend is a Mafia Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

I am more than ready for the meeting with the Asians. I prepared for this last night and want nothing more than to complete this mission with flying colors. I see to it that what I'm wearing will be suited for this deal. I'm attempting the completely ragged but hot and elegant look while donning a five-inch stiletto, tight black jeans, a black cropped shirt, and a black leather jacket. The attire and my aesthetic appeal should help me achieve my goals. And that's when we sign a new contract in our favor. I'm trying to make sure that everything with this deal will go as smoothly as possible. This is the very first time Ethan has chosen to give me consent in order to effectively manage this on my own. He had given me complete discretion in how to handle the Asian mob and forge productive partnerships with them on my own terms. And I am more than ready to do just that. When I came out of my room, I proceeded to walk outside to meet with Markus. But before I could totally get out of the

Seeing as our meeting concluded a few hours ago, I've also lost my ability to pretend that I am alright, and now I've been crying so hard over Markus' shoulders. We have not really left the cafe so far because I was still too shocked, confused, and upset from the earlier set of circumstances to so much as consider moving and leaving. I can't be wrong, of course. That was Elliot Allister that I came face to face with earlier. But why he would be still alive seems to be something I actually consider hard to understand and believe at this point. I mean, I honestly believe I really want him to be alive, but witnessing him literally be alive in front of me just ends up making me have a lot of unanswered questions in my mind. Questions that I can't seem to find any answers to. And I am very certain that it was him. I can see Kyle and Brit's initial reactions, and even then, it only strengthens my conviction that it was truly and genuinely him. If it was really Elliot, though, then why, on

What the fuck is all of this? Why is she even doing this? And how in the world did she get this far? I have really been overwhelmed with questions and confusion since the very first exact moment I saw her again. I keep getting caught up with the memories that I've been trying to push away. And even to this day, I'm not sure how I managed to find the mental fortitude and the strength to leave her and stay away from her. And then again, there she was. In the flesh, in front of me, looking incredibly seductive and pretty damn hot. And I just have to fight this feeling that is taking over me. How can it be that she manages to look just as feisty and inviting at the very same time? She seems to have been looking tough by that get-up but still can look as delicate as she was earlier when she called out to me. The fuck! Her voice. It will always bring me to my knees. As soon as we were out of the cafe, I was confronted by perplexing stares from both Kyle and Brit, who I happened to know wou

"I seem to have no way of knowing for sure how this would work effectively. And what I mean is any plan that you are thinking about right this moment." While we were still trying to decide my next steps and actions, Markus responded by saying to me, "I honestly believe Elliot's gang and even Elliot himself are really not that incredibly stupid to just not find out exactly about all of us. I am sure they are well aware of our existence already, or are they not?" It really is just Markus and me who are conscious of the fact of Elliot's sudden appearance, as well as the men who were also there with us. And I made sure to get a solemn promise from all of them to keep everything a private matter, especially from Ethan. I have not really told anyone else in my family about Elliot being alive yet. "How did the intel go? Did you manage to find out anything about all of this? Am I correct in thinking that everyone else is able to keep track that he is still alive and that we are the only one

Without so much as trying to knock to even let me know that he was already here, Kyle stormed into my office at A-Hotel and started speaking in a loud manner, "She's here." I quickly arched my brow in his direction after looking up from the paperwork I was presently working on. He affirmed what he had indirectly said to me, "She is over here at the hotel today." I pretended that I was completely indifferent to what he was talking about, even though I correctly identified the "she" he was making reference to. "To which "she" or any person are you making reference to?" I managed to answer, shifting my attention back to the documents I was currently working on, "I do know quite a lot of women who come in and out here at the hotel to see me. Any particular one are you alluding to?" "You appear to understand to whom I am referring. But just in case you got amnesia, I'll say it to you. Ariella Gregory." Kyle managed to answer with a smug grin as he decided to sit in the chair in front of m