
“Oh gem? It was a very promising business sector,” said Miabella was full of pleasantries, even though she was already uncomfortable because she had to linger talking to Vlad.
“Yes. My adoptive father had many acquaintances who dabbled directly in the world of fashion and jewelry. The average client is a famous artist and upper class. He even mastered the luxury jewelry stores on the island of Sicily, even Rome and its surroundings,” Vlad said proudly.
“My husband is also in the gem business. Maybe someday we can work together,” said Miabella while playing the end of her long hair.
It made Carlo who was watching them from a special room, suddenly become restless.
“Look, the way the man looked at my wife,” was furious that the head of the Red Wolf Clan was pointing at the screen, right at the figure of Vlad Ignashevich.
“Yes geez. What the hell are you thinking? Anyone would be fascinated to see a girl as beautiful as Miabella,” Coco said lightly. “If the men knew what kind of mouth the girl was when she spoke, they would obviously think again to get closer,”.
However, Coco immediately fell silent as Carlo watched her with a strange look.
“Ah, sorry. I forgot that little devil is already your wife." Coco then took a slow breath. He then refocused on the monitor screen that displayed images of Miabella and Vlad. The two of them were still chatting in the living room.
“My adoptive father is someone who tends to be careful. He does not easily relate to new people who have not really known him. Dad will investigate the background of his prospective colleagues very carefully,” Vlad said. Sometimes he rubs his nose.
“Did your foster father never hear about the big name of the de Luca family in Italy? Had he lived here for a long time, your foster father would have understood my marg name." Miabella gave a proud smile.
“I'm sure he must have heard your family name. However, he still has to meet in person with his prospective colleagues, not just sourced from big names or people's stories. Character recognition is important to establish cooperation that can last a long time, in order to understand each other. Establishing a bond of cooperation, not much different from a relationship of love,” explained Vlad.
“Didn't you ever ask me to meet him? Maybe he forgot me. Then, what if you accompany me to Catania. To your adoptive father's house,” said Miabella, who made Vlad instantly squinted. Her pair of blue irises implied suspicion of Miabella's unusual demeanor.
“Why are you suddenly interested in the gem business and also my foster father?” ask Vlad full of search.
“I became interested in gems, knowing that my husband was also in the business. Actually I'm tired of constantly taking care of wine and plantations. I don't think there's any more passion. I want to feel another challenge. You know it's not that I really like anything unusual" Miabella said casually.
“Yes, you could have started that business. However, it doesn't seem like a good idea if you want to cooperate with my adoptive father,” Vlad replied hesitantly.
“What's the reason?” Miabella knitted her brows in an incomprehensible sign. He looked strangely at Vlad.
What Miabella does, makes men with man bun hairstyles look wrong. “Em, as I said earlier that he is not a friendly person. You must still remember what his attitude was like.
So ... I just don't want you to be disappointed,” to Vlad.
“Yes. It's much better,” said Vlad who forced a smile, with eyes not separated from the cheerful face of Miabella.
“Good. Well then, let's just start the dinner,” take Miabella. Carlo's wife immediately stood up and invited Vlad to move into the dining room.
“Wait, Bella,” prevent the native Russian man while blocking Miabella's wrist.
“What's up?” Miabella immediately looked over. Uncomfortable, the gray-eyed young lady immediately brushed Vlad off his hand.
“Is your husband here?” the blue-eyed man asked quietly and sounded very carefully.
“My husband is not feeling well. He rested in the room. Why?” Miabella asked back. Just like Vlad, he also looks much more careful so that the Russian man does not feel suspicious.
“It's about the Romanov family. You have to be careful with them,” Vlad said. The man's tone sounded increasingly soft, almost like he was whispering.
“What do you mean the old maid? Why should I be careful of him? He should be careful of me,” firmly Miabella while looking up as a sign of a challenge.
“A few days ago, Stefan Romanov came to me with his strange daughter. They want to separate you from your husband. As they told me, Carlo is a man who is very easy to conquer by a girl as beautiful as Yelena. Moreover, the marriage status of the two of you is still not legally valid,” explained Vlad who immediately made the blood in Miabella's body turbulent.
Miabella was not unmoved by what Vlad had just said. However, as much as possible he hid the turbulent feelings within himself. Miabella must keep the image in front of Vlad. "Then what answer did you give them?" tanya Miabella presented the body completely to Vlad. He folded both hands on his chest. As calm as a Miabella, the girl was nothing like the meek Mia.
"Honestly, I don't want to respond to anything they say. I just listen to all the babbling of his father and daughter that is not important at all" Vlad said with a body language that looks very calm.
Miabella did not immediately respond. He stared fixedly at his business partner. There was a big question in the young woman's mind, which she wanted to address immediately. However, Miabella prefers to continue the intention towards the dining room. He invited Vlad to sit down immediately, facing a variety of appetizing menus. "When was the last time you enjoyed Italian cuisine?" miabella asked as she placed the napkin on her lap.
"I spent more time in Russia. There is no reason for me to visit this country often" Vlad said, staring for a moment at Miabella.
"Don't make me feel bad" Miabella replied. "Oh yes, Vlad. I want to ask you something." Miabella looked back at Vlad who was still looking at her. "Why did the Romanovs meet you?"
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