The Bodyguard's
Persuasion

A handsome man with a man bun hairstyle came to them both. The man with the posture was not much different from Carlo. They also have similar eye colors. “Sorry. Have I interfered?” ask the man who is none other than Vlad Ignashevich. He stared fixedly at Carlo for a while, before turning his eyes to Miabella.

“Of course not, Vlad. After all, this master will be leaving soon,” Miabella said with a tail of her eyes pointing at Carlo.

While Carlo himself was still directing attention to the foreign man who was staring at Miabella with a different highlight. As a man, Carlo could sense that the foreign man Miabella had called Vlad had more attention on him. “Actually our business has not been completed,” refuted Carlo who did not comply with the words of Miabella earlier.

Vlad immediately turned his eyes to Carlo. “Oh so.” He reached out, then took the man in the bomber jacket before him to shake hands. “My name is Vlad Ignashevich. Looks like we've never met,” he said while remembering.

“Indeed not yet,” says Carlo. He returned a handshake from Vlad warmly while mentioning his name. “My name is Karl Volkov.”

After hearing Carlo mention his name, Vlad's countenance suddenly changed. The man with the black blazer stared fixedly at the son of the late Nikolai Volkov. “Volkov? Are you from Russia?” tanyakanya.

“Yes right,” replied Carlo with a smile at the corner of his thin mustachioed lips. “What's the problem?” Carlo asked back.

“No. Of course not because of that,” Vlad denied. “It feels like the name you mentioned earlier is no stranger to me .. but, it is definitely not foreign because we are both from Russia.” Vlad laughed crisply. His body language looked warm and familiar, making the friendly Carlo less awkward.

“Oh, so you are also from Russia?” Carlo tries to make small talk with Vlad, though occasionally his eyes are on Miabella who looks uncomfortable.

“Yes. I am from St. Petersburg,” replied Vlad.

“One coincidence,” reply Carlo.

“St. Petersburg?” point at Vlad who immediately replied a smile from Carlo. Vlad was also clucking slowly. “So, you are in Italy for ...” Vlad paused his words. At first glance the man looked at the white lily in Carlo's hand. His memory was also focused on the delivery of flowers that had always ended up in the trash.

“I came here to offer cooperation to miss de Luca. Unfortunately, he refused it outright. Whereas I can guarantee that this cooperation will be very profitable for both of us,”, Carlo explained. She turned to Miabella who immediately turned her face away from her.

“That's true, Bella?” asked Vlad who put on a curious look.

“Ya,” Reply Miabella.

“Maybe we can discuss after this,” Vlad said again with eyes full of gestures to Miabella who was about to protest.

“As of you!” reply to the girl with her loud tone. Without any excuse let alone any pleasantries in advance, Miabella just passed directly from the presence of the two handsome men who followed in her footsteps with the same look of eyes.

After the girl disappeared behind the parapet, Vlad smiled. He turned his eyes back to Carlo. “Inspend him. Miss de Luca is indeed a bit ...”

“I know,” cut Carlo immediately. “If I may know, are you ready Miss de Luca?” search the man.

“I've been working with Miss de Luca for the past few years. Incidentally, I am a distributor of de Luca family-owned wine products for the Russian region and beyond,” explained Vlad.

“Oh alright. Then, can I ask for a little help?” ask Carlo again.

“Thank you in advance,” said Carlo responded. “Please give this flower to Miabella,” said Carlo later. He gave the white lily to Vlad. After that, the handsome man immediately said goodbye. He got back on his bike, then left Casa de Luca.

Today perhaps Charles failed in convincing and seizing Miabella's heart. However, there are seven days in a week. He will make the most of that short time before he returns to Russia.

Meanwhile, Vlad meets Miabella in the study. The beautiful girl seemed to be daydreaming by herself by the window. His eyes looked far away at the vast expanse of vineyards, as well as the path full of memories for him.

“A very pretty flower. It's a pity if you have to end up in the garbage basket like your previous friends,” said Vlad who immediately disperse the daydreams of Miabella. The brown-haired girl looked over.

“Throw away,” said Miabella indifferently. He turned his eyes out the window.

“Mr Volkov came here to offer cooperation. Why did you reject him?” Vlad frowned, not understanding the attitude of the beautiful girl ruler Casa de Luca who he felt was so strange.

“I refused because I was not interested in cooperating with the man,” said Miabella still with indifference.

“Are you aware that your actions were very wrong, Bella?” tegur Vlad's. He then placed the lily that Carlo had left on the workbench. Vlad then walked up to Miabella and stood not far from his business partner. The man still felt awkward, so he kept his distance from the beautiful girl who had been filling his heart and mind.

“If I may know, do you have any personal problems with Mr Volkov?” vlad asked carefully, lest he offend Miabella.

“That's none of your business,” replied Miabella coldly. Just like Vlad had before he asked that question.

“Suggest not to confuse personal problems with work, because it will not end well. When everyone goes around looking for a relationship, you just reject the opportunity that comes to you. Imagine what percentage of the profit you will receive, but have to float just like that because of an ego.” Vlad stared at the charming face of Miabella from the side. The tip of the nose that looks so beautiful, combined with volume lips with nude lipstick polish.

The eyes of a Vlad man, then turned on the neckline decorated with a small necklace. Naughty, the attention of the Russian man then moved to the chest with a size that looks very normal. Everything about Miabella is beautiful naturally. The girl was born with incredible physical perfection, without the intervention of a plastic surgeon.

The desire in Vlad began to stir. However, the blue-eyed handsome man was trying to stay in control. He will not act foolishly by doing something silly, let alone can damage the well-ordered fabric in recent years.

“Think about it once more. See everything from two different sides. It's business, Miss. Whatever we have to do, to be able to stay on the competitive path which certainly gives a big advantage,” Vlad said again convincing Miabella to accept the offer of cooperation from Carlo.

“It looks like you are very ambitious to cooperate with him.” Miabella's attention now turned to Vlad. The girl stared intently at her business partner.

“I now just remember who Karl Volkov really was,” Vlad said with a meaningful eye highlight.

“What is he?” lure Miabella while raising her next to her beautifully formed eyebrows.

“It can be said that the man is the new ruler in the Russian underground organization,” Vlad replied confidently. “For us businessmen, it is an obligation to get acquainted with those who have power in the black world. We do this as a way to protect our business. Working with them means ensuring security for the company,” Vlad said carefully.

“Imagine if you have the full support of Karl Volkov and the rest of his organization, Bella. You will be an invincible wine producer on the Russian mainland,” beckons Vlad with a fiery tone.

"I'm not interested." Again, Miabella rejected all the input put forward by Vlad. The girl then moved to the desk. She then looked at the lily that Carlo had brought for her. For a while, the beautiful girl was silent and seemed to think. "So, how much more profit would I get if I worked with Karl Volkov? If so, then fine. I accept," break up Miabella.