Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 14 | Surprising News

No one does not know where the Ferrara family is located. Even in maps, the house occupied a huge area in the center of Rome. Some historical buildings have something to do with their families. According to the news that Ciara heard, the Ferrara family was once a descendant of the ancient Roman Emperor. However, it all did not dampen his guts.

One day, he promises to be a defender of the law for people who are treated unfairly. Everyone must submit before the law, not least the venerable Ferrara family.

Suddenly his phone rang. A call from Roberto Mancini.

"I read the paper today and saw the news of Carlotta's suicide attempt. Is that true?"

Ciara. Hearing the care in Roberto's voice warmed his heart.

"Right now Carlotta is fine. But I won't just shut up. I'm on my way to Ferrara's house and holding him accountable."

Roberto took a quick breath. "Don't do that, Ciara. Listen to me, let's meet. You have to think with a cold head."

"Save your argument for another time, Roberto. I'm busy right now." Ciara is getting stubborn.

"For God's sake, please listen to me. Tell you what, I'm going to Rome now. Can you wait for me at the airport? Please let me take care of the case with the Ferrara family, damnit, Ciara!" Roberto set his breath before continuing, "You don't know what they're like. Alessandro who is now Ferrara's heir is no match for you. Let me handle it. I studied law for six years. At least, I know a thing or two."

Ciara biting worried lips. "You want to come here now? Where are you now?"

"London. I've been to the airport. Stay there and wait for me. Okay?"

Ciara did not answer for a few seconds.

Roberto repeated again. "OK, Ciara?"

Ciara nodded. "okay."

"good. Smart kid." Roberto disconnected the phone.

Ciara felt her cheeks meet red. Smart kid, Roberto said. Never once did the man praise him. And Ciara is not hungry for praise. But why does it feel good to hear that compliment coming out of Roberto Mancini's mouth?

Ciara patted the taxi driver on the shoulder. "Signor, please turn around. We're heading to Leonardo da Vinci Fiumicino's airport."

"Good, Miss."

***

"... Ferrara will give your company an injection of funds, Mr. Ryabova. Your proposal has me reviewed and I think I'm interested." Alessandro crossed his legs. In front of him sat two Russian men.

The two men, father and son, immediately welcomed Alessandro's words with joy.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Ferrara. We look forward to your visit to St. Petersburg whenever you want."

Alessandro smiled and nodded. He turned his eyes to the other board of directors of his company. "Who wants to add?"

Everyone shook their heads together, agreeing to Alessandro's decision completely.

"All right then. The next business will be handled by my assistant, Luca Lombardi." Alessandro says.

Suddenly, Lombardi stormed into the sealed meeting room with hunting breath. In his hand was a newspaper. A celebrity gossip-only newspaper that just came out this afternoon.

"I'm sorry if it interferes with your time, Signor." Lombardi.

Alessandro. "You're on time, Lombardi. I just wanted to call you. Next business-"

"I'm sorry, Signor, this is something important." Lombardi quickly handed over the newspaper he was carrying.

Alessandro laughs. "What's this, Lombardi? You made me nervous, but my mood has been really good since this morning."

Then Alessandro saw it. The title printed was thick and large on the front page of the newspaper.

'ACTRESS CARLOTTA MARINELLI ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AT THE FENDI SUITE HOTEL'

Alessandro's face turned dark. "What the fuck?!"

Alessandro stood up. "He's not dead, is he?"

Luca Lombardi nodded slowly. "No, Signor, not yet."

Alessandro. "Yet? Be careful with your words, Lombardi!"

Lombardi bowed. "I'm sorry, Signor. I mean, he's fine and is currently being treated in the hospital."

Alessandro folded the newspaper in his hand and slammed it towards the window. "Find out where he is now. We're going there."

"Okay, Signor."

***

Marco Bruni became an unusually busy man, much busier than usual, when news of Carlotta sniffed the media. His phone couldn't stop ringing for a second. The production of Carlotta's latest film asked for an explanation. They want Carlotta to hold a press conference to refute the sloping news.

However, there is an even more urgent matter at this time. The matter stood nearly two meters tall, walking quickly towards Marco Bruni like a thunderbolt.

The problem was named Alessandro Ferrara and the men in black suits who walked behind him.

The hospital lobby is crowded. Some media representatives are still there, hoping to get exclusive news. Alessandro Ferrara's men took care of them all quickly. Expelled them effectively, it was as if Alessandro was the owner of this hospital, and they were all mere beggars barred from entering.

This time, Marco reminded himself not to be daunted.

"Marco." Alessandro greeted him, when they finally faced each other.

Marco's guts shrieked.

"Where is Carlotta now? How's condition?"

Marco closed his lips, then answered quickly. "He's fine. I think you better go."

Alessandro. "I want to see him."

"He doesn't want to see anyone." Marco says.

"He should meet me. I really need to meet him." Alessandro looked at Marco straight. His eyes flashed furiously, but Marco could see there was fragility there.

"Can't, Signor Ferrara." Marco remained where he stood. "If you feel a little sympathy for my actress, please don't see her again."

Alessandro gripped Marco's shoulder. "Who do you think you'd dare stop me from meeting Carlotta?"

Marco looked up so that his gaze was straight into Alessandro's eyes. "Who do you think is the cause of Carlotta being like this? Please think carefully! If you go to see him and Carlotta does something like this again, how are you going to take responsibility?"

Alessandro's hand loosened. Marco immediately dismissed it while Alessandro was off guard.

Alessandro's view became unfocused. This was the scariest moment of his life. It was far more terrifying than when he was driven out of the Marinelli family mansion without a penny.

However, Carlotta couldn't possibly be that close, right? As long as Alessandro knew her, the girl was too rational to do just that.

Then, Alessandro looked back at Marco sharply. "It's your game, right? You must have deliberately made news like this to seek media attention. You know the consequences if the media gets my name and my family name on this news, right?"

Marco pushed Alessandro's chest in annoyance. "It turns out you're a real jerk, Signor Ferrara! It's all because of you, and you blame someone else!"

Alessandro did not back down in the slightest. "I was going to let Carlotta go and assume everything was done between us. But since you guys are making a rundown like this, don't expect me to let go now."

"Please don't do anything else, Signor Ferrara! Carlotta has suffered a lot!" Marco Bruni almost cried.

"Send my regards to Carlotta. Say, he won't be able to hide from me forever." Alessandro turned around, then rushed away. His guards followed obediently.

"Basic rancid bastard! Rot you in hell!" Marco shouted loudly, but Alessandro did not respond at all.

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