Chapter 7 - Camilla Tries To Save Her Streaming Reputation Desperately
Seeing the situation spiral completely out of her control, Camilla scrambled forward on her high heels. "Alessandro, you can't be serious! You're going to drag a waitress into a mob basement?" she whined loudly.
"Shut up, Camilla," Alessandro snapped without even looking at her. "You brought your livestream into my private business, and now you get to witness what happens when you play in deep water."
Camilla’s lower lip quivered as she realized her socialite privilege meant absolutely nothing in this room. "I have millions of followers! People will wonder where I am if I don't post an update!" she threatened weakly.
"Let them wonder," Alessandro replied coldly, gesturing to a bodyguard. "Take her phone, secure her in the private coat check room, and make sure she stays silent."
The bodyguard grabbed Camilla by her bare arm, ignoring her furious shrieks as he dragged her toward the lobby. "You'll pay for this, Alessandro! My father is on the city council!" she screamed before the door clicked shut.
The sudden removal of her voice made the restaurant feel even colder and more isolated from the outside world. I stood holding the reserve list, my pulse racing as I realized there was no turning back now.
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"Are you ready to see what your father left behind, Sophie?" Alessandro asked, holding out his hand toward the service stairs. I swallowed the lump in my throat, placed my hand in his warm, calloused palm, and nodded.
"Lead the way," I said firmly, refusing to let fear dictate the end of my father's story. Alessandro gave my hand a brief, reassuring squeeze before turning toward the iron-reinforced door leading downward.
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