PRISONER CRUEL CEO

Chapter 47

The sound of tire squeaks filled the Salvatore family's private airport as the figure of the second son in the family braked his car impromptu.

Devian opened the door immediately. Running hastily close to his private jet ready to take off towards La Spezia. Just as he arrived beside the jet door, Devian looked back. He looked at his cousin who was still in the car.

"HURRY, EMPEROR! YOU WANT TO STAY HERE LONGER, HUH!" shouts Devian frustrated.

The emperor nodded at the cry. A shout that seemed to declare if his cousin was venting anger at him.

What harm? Since then the Emperor was silent, even when Devian increased the speed of the car the Emperor still did not open his voice and only clasped his seatbelt tightly.

Devian rubbed his face rough. His heart was not calm after receiving his subordinate's phone earlier. A phone call saying if something unexpected happened in front of his brother's mansion. The presence of several people who were seen trying to block the road, as if not allowing someone to leave the mansion.

"She had to be quick, why just shut up?" ask the Emperor who has not since when he climbed into the jet.

Devian suddenly awoke from his daydream. Immediately followed the Emperor in and took off towards La Spezia, Northern Italy.

An hour later in front of the Demian Salvatore mansion.

The oldest son of Logan Salvatore was standing firmly in the middle of the gate of his mansion. Demian's facial expression looked so cold and flat staring at the ten luxurious sedan cars blocking the exit. As if to block it.

"What's going on outside?" Adelia asked, glancing at the several maids as well as the two men in black suits guarding the entrance of the mansion.

No one answered. Everyone just kept quiet with expressions that were hard to explain. Between fear and alert.

"Miss, you'd better get into the room right away," the female figure who was Adelia's private tutor opened her voice, touching Adelia's shoulder who was now looking at her questioningly.

The woman knew, if something big was going to happen in front of the mansion's gate. Saw quite a number of black-clothed men standing firmly beside the owner of the mansion and ready at any time to withdraw their weapons.

Adelia did not listen to her private teacher. He actually ran closer to the exit, to make some servants surprised as well as a figure that was standing guard.

They immediately chased after Adelia who was running towards the gate. Adelia's heart said to immediately go out and stand beside Demian before anything bad happened to the man.

Demian sighed softly. Apparently his guess is right. After returning in a hurry yesterday to the mansion without caring about the supervision of his sister's subordinates, the handsome man with amber irises immediately drew up a plan. Pretending as if she was about to move Adelia from the mansion to another place.

Who would have thought if the bait was successful, and now people who were either subordinates who blocked the road.

"On what basis... do you stand in the way?" that question Demian asked the people who were still in the luxury sedan car.

Demian raised his eyebrows. Staring at the figure of the man who would have been 39 years old, stepped into the middle with a flat face without expression.

"This thing you're doing can involve you with the city authorities?" demian looked closely at the reaction of the figure's body, looking jerked until he heard a slow sigh.

As Demian alleged, the men did not want to get involved with the authorities. Between being lazy with the police or having a strong connection with the underworld, like her.

"We're sorry before, but it might be good if you don't involve the authorities in this" the 39-year-old spoke, but there was no sign of giving orders to his subordinates to get out of the way.

"If you want us to step aside, then please leave Miss Casandra Adelia to us." he continued, remaining speechless without displaying any angry expressions or other emotions.

"There is no woman named Casandra Adelia in this mansion" Demian replied. He put one of his hands in the pocket of the navy-colored cloth pants he was wearing.

Demian's body stiffened. His facial expression grew serious hearing the figure's words. How not, the information and evidence about his subordinates who brought Adelia from Indonesia has been so well cleaned that the Emperor could not find the woman. But, why would the figure before him be able to know about it?

The emperor who could even muster great people to search for information alone did not manage to find the evidence he had removed.

"The name is not Casandra Adelia. Even if it was her, I couldn't possibly hand it over to a stranger like you." Demian replied without hesitation.

Dor's!

The sound of gunfire echoed not far from the mansion. The men in the sedan got out and pulled the gun from behind their bodies, and pointed it at Demian.

Demian's subordinates who were there did not remain silent. They pulled the gun and pointed it at the enemy ahead.

Demian stood firm in his place. Glancing at the glance of the fight that was happening not far from the gate of the mansion. Demian can see clearly, if some of his younger brother's subordinates are trying to protect him from a figure who intends to shoot bullets.

Demian guessed who his sister's subordinates were fighting against. It was definitely still in contact with the people before him.

"It seems that from the start you didn't intend to speak well," Demian jolted as something hit his back. He turned his head, widening his eyes to find Adelia's presence there.

The graceful figure that had been silent in the car while carrying both of his legs was haughty, slowly straightening his back when he saw the beautiful figure that was now standing behind the back of the young man who owned the mansion.

"Casandra.." she looked up with teary eyes and a longing look.

"Adelia's." Demian's heart was racing. Fear began to fill his mind. He looked back, looking at the people who were still pointing guns at him.

"Demian.." called Adelia softly upon seeing Demian's obvious expression change. The man was in a rage, even the face that normally only displayed a flat expression now looked crimson.

Demian pulls the gun from behind her white shirt, hides Adelia's body behind her back and prepares to point the gun at the people in front of her.

The sound of the car door being closed was heard, drawing Demian's gaze to the figure of a middle-aged woman who stepped arrogantly forward to stand next to the 39-year-old man.

"She's a ruthless woman who once dropped several companies in one night."

"How do you know, Devian?"

"Because I made a transaction with him. Just once, but the rumors I heard weren't just mere rumors. So I hope your group isn't involved with him."

A conversation with Devian a few months ago suddenly crossed Demian's mind when discussing the dangerous figure who killed the Spanish deputy minister. And now, that figure stood before him and looked at him sharply.

"Adelia, my daughter."

At once Adelia's gaze was fixed on the source of the voice, staring at the figure of the middle-aged woman who was smiling gently and looking at her affectionately.

"SISTER!" the scream turned everyone's eyes away, until it was on a Lamborghini that stopped not far from the gate of the mansion.

Both of Adelia's eyes widened, not because of the figure that ran towards Demian while pulling a gun from behind her body, but the figure that was now standing rigidly staring at her beside the car.

"Adelia.." said the Emperor.