The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Controversia

Adriano was silent for a moment in the car. He watched for a moment the man who had just stepped out of the black sedan parked slightly in front of him. However, before stepping in, the man was stunned and then turned to the red Ferrari that Adriano was driving. He was waiting for the driver to get out. By force, Adriano finally immediately removed his seatbelt and got out of his luxury car. Back then, she was wearing only a black round neck t-shirt with sleeping pants and a pair of sandals. There is no neat shirt or typical parlente appearance of chairman Tigre Nero as usual.

“Mr Herrera? What are you doing here?” a not-so-warm welcome from Adriano.

The other man was Juan Pablo, smiling faintly as he put up the sleeves of the black turtleneck shirt he was wearing. The appearance of the Latin man also looks more casual than usual. He also wears jeans with a leather belt. Juan Pablo immediately greeted Adriano with his right hand, while his left hand held the sunglasses he had taken off just a moment ago. “How are you, Mr D’Angelo?” respond with the usual tone and tone of speech. Flat and seemed a bit cold. “Thank God, because you are here,” the man said again.

“You're here to find me?” adriano asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Of course, because it would be a big deal if I were to find the mistress of D’Angelo,” a joke that is not at all funny to Adriano. The chairman of Tigre Nero didn't even like it. Juan Pablo's honey-brown eyes always seem to shine when it comes to Mia. It made Adriano uncomfortable.

“I think you're still in England,” Adriano said later. He hasn't even invited Don Vargas' loyal aide in.

“I returned to Monaco two days ago. Yesterday I stopped by your mansion, but Mr. Corbyn said if you were in Italy,” explains Juan Pablo while looking around the beautiful Casa de Luca. “It's not hard to find this place. Casa de Luca,” said the Latin man then with a strange-sounding tone, making Adriano pay attention to him while squinting.

“Hal is as important as what makes you have to be willing to come all the way here just to find me, Mr Herrera?” ask Adriano full of questions.

Juan Pablo did not immediately answer. He stared at Adriano for a moment. “Do you not want to let me in?” tanyanya.

There was a small smile on Adriano's lips. “I'm sorry. This is not my home, so I cannot freely allow guests to ...”

“Mr Herrera? You're here?” mia's soft voice made Adriano not continue her words. He immediately turned to the source of the voice. Mia had been standing on the terrace with chiffon's floral dress flat on her knees, the bottom of which occasionally moved due to the wind. As usual, the woman always appeared beautiful and alluring, even without having to wear minimal and revealing clothes like Carina.

“Please enter,” welcome Mia with a friendly face, making Adriano stunned. He did not expect, the wife can behave as sweet as it was against Juan Pablo. The desire to apologize to Mia yawned already when the feeling of jealousy came attacking. Adriano just fell silent following the steps of Juan Pablo who first entered the living room.

“What do you need to come here?” mia asked for a while after Juan Pablo sat dashingly on the sofa. While the woman was still standing in a polite manner.

“Actually, I want to talk to your husband, Madam,” replied Juan Pablo flatly as he glanced at Adriano who was still standing glued not far from him.

“Oh. Then you are lucky, Mr. Herrera,” Mia smiled gently. However, his gaze seemed cynical to Adriano.

“Why is that?” Juan Pablo shook his head slowly in an incomprehensible sign.

“As you can see. My husband just came home out of nowhere after disappearing all night. Mr. D'Angelo did not say goodbye, give word, or send a message. She just left just like that,” obviously Mia half-sneaked while folding both her hands on the chest. It was clear that Mia was upset with her husband. While Adriano only chuckled softly while kneeling the nape when responding to Mia's words. His desire to immediately hug his wife upon arriving at Casa de Luca, it seemed that he had to postpone.

“Please chat. I'll make you a drink and a snack, especially for you,” said Mia while turning around to leave the living room.

“Wait a minute, Mr. Herrera,” Adriano gestured with his hand, before saying goodbye to Juan Pablo. He doesn't want to stay silent. Immediately, he followed the beautiful woman who was already a few steps ahead. “Why should you, Mia? Aren't there many servants in this house who can do it?” adriano's protest broke out as soon as they arrived in the kitchen.

“Oh, why? I just want to provide a special service for our guests,” Mia replied by facing the whole body to Adriano. He smiled with satisfaction when he saw Adriano's crimson countenance restraining his emotions.

Mia even folded her hands back to her chest, as if to challenge the beautiful blue-eyed man.

There was nothing Adriano could do but shake his waist while trying to string words inside his head. “For what is that special service, Mia?” adriano asked softly as he exhaled slowly.

“Isn't he a guest? We must respect any guest who comes by providing good service,” please Mia with a smile that does not also fade.

“Which one are you? You've done a lot, Adriano. One of them is when you just left me and did not come home all night,” Mia's face seemed to grunt and adorable to Adriano.

“I went home to the apartment and accidentally fell asleep there, Honey,”.

“As far as you go,” Mia snorted annoyedly. The slender body moved near the kitchen table and began concocting drinks. He also ordered a servant to help him.

“Alright then. I'm going to see our special guest. Ah, errata. Your special guest,” Adriano's turn to satirize the wife while smiling amusedly, then passed away leaving the kitchen.

He returned to the living room where Juan Pablo was still waiting for him while playing a cell phone. “Sorry waiting. What are you looking for me, Mr Herrera?” without further ado, Adriano asked and sat not far from his colleague.

“It's about Sergei Redomir, Mr. D’Angelo,” Juan Pablo immediately put the phone into his pants pocket, then leaned towards Adriano.

“What's with him?” adriano's tone sounded flat.

“Have been a few days since he could not be reached,” Juan Pablo said.

“Oh, if I may know, why do you want to contact Sergei? Is there a business problem or something else?” Adriano looked with calm eyes at Juan Pablo, though the words he uttered were full of emphasis.

However, the handsome man replied, Mia first appeared there. She walked gracefully while carrying a tray. Mia also immediately served drinks and snacks to the table. “Good to enjoy, Mr. Herrera," he said again with a gentle smile to Juan Pablo, allowing the Latin man to frown

“Gracias,” Juan Pablo said in Spanish. His gaze could not be separated from Mia who was now stepping, then sat right beside Adriano.

Again, Adriano was only able to take a deep breath. “Are you happy, my dear?” the question was soft and half whispered. However, Juan Pablo could hear that question very clearly.

“Not as happy when you found out that you were home half an hour ago, Honey,” replied Mia while still showing off her sweet smile.

Juan Pablo was astonished at the strange-looking attitude of the couple. However, he chose not to want to know and refocused on the original goal. Household matters are not in his life records. “Sorry, did I come at an inopportune time?” Juan Pablo looked at the couple in turn.

“No!”

“Iya.”

Mia and Adriano answered simultaneously, then exchanged lyrics, then looked away from each other.

Juan Pablo doesn't know what to do. He behaved awkwardly as he grabbed the teacup that had been served for him. Occasionally the Latin man glanced at Adriano and also Mia who now looks calmer than before. However, even so he still felt uncomfortable being among such ludicrous disputes.

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