Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 20 | Strawberry Cheesecake

Luca Lombardi blocked Marco's move. "Excuse me, what business are you here for?"

Marco folded his hands in front of his chest. "I want to talk to your boss. About Carlotta."

Lombardi was worried. Suddenly, Alessandro's voice came from inside the tent. "Let him in, Lombardi!"

Marco smiled triumphantly. "You heard, right? Now, move aside."

Lombardi invited Marco in. Alessandro stood up to welcome the man. "Welcome, Marco. Wanna sit?" Alessandro pointed at a sofa set.

Marco shakes. "Carlotta needs something."

Alessandro's cheerful face turned cold. "He needs more money? Howmany? Please just mention it. A hundred? Two hundred million?"

Marco looked at Alessandro with disappointment. It turned out to be that low the assessment of the man before him to Carlotta. "He hasn't even touched any money from you at all. No, he doesn't need the money. She needs cake."

"Kue?"

Marco nodded. "Strawberry cheesecake."

"Lombardi, find the best strawberry cheesecake in Rome." Alessandro looked at Marco again. "How much do you need? A ten? Twenty boxes?"

"One, but, he doesn't want just any cake. He only wants one from a store in Verona. It was at the end of the road to our school. The owner is-"

"Monsieur Pierre? From Paris?"

Marco was surprised that Alessandro knew. "Yes, that's right."

Alessandro laughed softly. There was a clear look of confusion on his face. "Strawberry cheesecake is my favorite cake. I wonder why he wants it now."

Marco frowning. "Then what's her favorite cake, then?"

Alessandro shrugged his shoulders. "Chocolate, of course. She really likes Belgian chocolate and all the cakes that use that base ingredient."

"Totally so." Marco agreed.

"Whether he. I mean. asked specifically for the cake from me because he wanted to eat with me or-"

"No." Marco hastily cut. "She asked me, but I couldn't possibly leave her to take care of all the filming preparations herself. So, I came to you, took your promise when I said you'd grant all Carlotta's wishes. At the very least, you should grant this one because you have taken away his first night. Damn, I didn't even know it was his first night."

Alessandro laughed sarcastically at Marco's anger. "What if it turns out to be his first night? You want me to raise the price?"

Marco glared at Alessandro. "If I had known, I wouldn't have agreed to your offer. How much money you offer."

"Don't be naive. No one wants to live hard. What's more, people born and raised among you." Alessandro chuckles.

Marco ruffled waist. "So, are you going to Verona or not?"

"No." Alessandro quickly replied. "Monsieur Pierre has closed his shop. The sales aren't in line just yet because the raw materials keep going up and he's starting to lose fans."

"Oh, jeez..." Marco closed his eyes. Anxiety began to hit. What if he doesn't get the cake Carlotta wants and the girl wants alcohol?

Alessandro smiled and patted Marco's upper arm in a calming gesture. "Don't worry. I hired Monsieur Pierre as a special dessert cook at my house."

Marco slips. "Really?"

Alessandro. "Tell Carlotta, if she wants the cake, she'll have to come to my place."

"You mean, to the Ferrara family's residence?"

"No. To my apartment. Located on the highest floor of Ferrara Group's office." Alessandro.

Marco immediately felt a bad feeling. Carlotta obviously can't come in there alone!

***

Meanwhile, the last time Marco let Carlotta alone with Alessandro, the consequences were fatal. Carlotta is almost dead!

It turns out it's still a lot better to drive 14 hours to Verona than this. Marco was still able to endure physical fatigue, but was not tired of worrying about what would happen to Carlotta later.

For now, Marco decided to persuade Carlotta to eat other foods.

"My dear." Marco greets Carlotta, who is already sitting on the couch, flanked by two people who faithfully fan him.

"When are you going to Verona, Marco? My shop will be shut down soon if you don't leave now."

Marco sat down beside Carlotta and sighed softly. "The shop is closed."

Carlotta gasps. "You're serious?"

Then, without Marco guessing, Carlotta's eyes began to glaze over. My God, what kind of ordeal is this? Marco thought while holding his nape that began to feel stiff.

"Look up, we're going to a Michelin star-studded restaurant. You remember where you had dinner with Johann?"

Carlotta shook her head in annoyance. "I don't want to eat anything. How could you let me starve to death, Marco!"

Marco sniffed again before Carlotta actually cried. "What's up with you lately, honey? Don't you usually do this?"

"Find Monsieur Pierre until you get it, Marco. If you need to, go to Paris. I'll wait for my me. I would do anything for my sake!"

Marco massaged his own forehead. It's really confusing. Dear God, I will be a religious man once again and pray that nothing bad happens to Carlotta, Marco said in his heart.

***

All Carlotta wanted right now was to scratch Alessandro's face. After harassing his life constantly, apparently the man also sabotaged his favorite pastry chef. Carlotta was not out of thought, but she felt she had to do something to stop the man.

Marco Bruni insisted on delivering him to the door of Alessandro's apartment, and Carlotta agreed. The girl indeed felt that it took a lot of reinforcements to win against Alessandro.

In any case.

To reach Alessandro's apartment, the two of them go through a series of strict procedures. Body temperature sensors, checking the contents of the bag, to dangerous weapon sensors. By the time they finally climbed into an exclusive elevator to the top floor, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"The security is incredible. Like meeting the Prime Minister!" Marco's Comments.

"He set everything up without responsibility." Carlotta.

When the elevator door sounds 'Ding!' quietly and openly, Alessandro was already standing at the door and welcoming the two of them.

Oh boy, Carlotta choked when she looked at Alessandro. The man had just finished bathing and shaving. Her hair was half wet. And what fascinated Carlotta the most was, the man took off all his neat suits and tuxedos, put them out of nowhere, and replaced them with simple plain white t-shirts and casual shorts.

It all reminds Carlotta of the young man who got her drunk in her high school days. It reminds Carlotta of... Alessandro.

Realizing Carlotta's adoring look, Alessandro stumbled into a smile. Without a second thought, the man came forward and cupped Carlotta's tiny face with his palms, holding the girl in his arms to keep looking at him.

Then, he kissed Carlotta.

Not a rough kiss, but also not as soft as a childish kiss as they used to do. The kiss was slow and deep. Intoxicating.

Marco Bruni was about to pull Carlotta away. However, when he saw Carlotta close his eyes and begin to wrap his arms around Alessandro's neck, Marco knew it was useless now.

It was too late to warn Carlotta of the danger before him.

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Since today this novel goes to the front page of Rising Star, I want to update 2 chapters for you. Thanks yaaa everyone who has always supported (read, like, fav, 5 stars) it all means so buay I ♡♡♡

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