Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 44 | Inviting Trouble

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"I can't continue this marriage, Marco." So Carlotta said as she exited the dining room and found Marco standing at the door with misgivings.

Marco Bruni said slowly. The man knew something was going on. There was no way that Alessandro and Lombardi would not meet Carlotta in the dining room, unless Carlotta went into hiding.

Marco pulled Carlotta and sat the girl on the couch. "Calm down first. What's going on?"

Carlotta told him everything he found and what Alessandro's orders to Lombardi he had heard.

Marco closed his wide-open mouth with his hand. "May he do that! You've never slept with anyone but her!"

Carlotta leaned her back on the back of the sofa. That woman is too tired now. "He doesn't believe me."

Marco walked back and forth. "But you can't just cancel your wedding. All preparations have been made, all invitations have been sent. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for your baby, Carlotta."

Carlotta closed her eyes. His whole body feels numb. He can't even cry anymore. It was too painful to even shed tears.

"I want to get out of here and never come back, Marco." Carlotta said.

Marco immediately knelt down in front of where Carlotta was sitting. "You can't solve the problem by leaving, honey. Stop that habit, okay? We can face it. All you need now is to talk about this with Alessandro."

Carlotta grunting. "What else do you want to talk about, Marco? He won't believe me just like that just because I'm talking to him."

Marco bowed. What Carlotta said has a point, too.

"Then, what are you gonna do? Please don't do anything stupid, Carlotta." Marco warned. He knows exactly how Carlotta is. Everything Alessandro did affected the woman's way of thinking. It makes him no longer rational.

Carlotta laughed wryly. "What else do you think I can do? I can't even move freely because it's swollen to the size of a hippo."

Marco wanted to laugh, but this was a serious situation. "Then sit quietly here. You can be mad at him when he comes back."

Carlotta shook her head stubbornly. "You know, Marco, I just wanted to make him mad. He forbade me from meeting another man, then I would."

"Carlotta..." Marco shook his head hard. "It seems you've forgotten that your Alessandro can be a savage man if he's angry."

Carlotta stand. His resolve is round. "It's my brothers, Marco."

Marco is relieved. "Alright, Honey. I'll pick up Ciara and Carina."

Carlotta smiled half. The smile he learned from Alessandro. "Also, invite Johann von Schiller and Roberto Mancini here."

Marco is straight. "N-no, Carlotta, don't do that... You can't... Carlotta!" However, the woman had already disappeared behind the passageway and locked the door of her room.

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After all, that woman, right, is pregnant. What can a pregnant woman do other than stay home and rest on her expensive bed?

Lombardi twirled the keys to his master's sports car and took a leisurely walk in the park belonging to the extraordinarily beautiful Ferrara family. This morning was beautiful. The summer sky is bright with no clouds and bright blue in color. Lombardi thought of spending three days like this holiday by going to the opera. Or better to go to a club?

Suddenly, from behind him came the roar of three cars coming together. Lombardi noticed anyone who got off the three cars in front of the main door of the Ferrara family home.

The first car was carrying Ciara and Carina Marinelli, the two younger sisters of Miss Carlotta. The second car was carrying Johann von Schiller, the former director of Miss Carlotta. And the third car was driven by Roberto Mancini, Miss Carlotta's former fiancee.

God fucking. Lombardi had only felt duty-free for less than four hours, but trouble was again stretched before him.

Lombardi immediately picked up his communications and contacted the security department of the Castello Ferrara vanguard. Someone answered his call.

"Yes, Signor Lombardi?"

"Who let these two male guests in?" Lombardi asked in a soft growling voice.

Someone in the vanguard replied, "There is no entry ban for all guests invited by Miss Carlotta Marinelli, Signor. They were both invited by Miss Carlotta."

Twice fucking. Lombardi almost cursed. "Other times please confirm with me first."

"Sorry, Signor, but Signor Alessandro Ferrara tells us that Miss Carlotta Marinelli's authority is just below her. We dare not argue with Miss Carlotta."

A thousand times shit! Lombardi panicked not playing. Ah, it seems like this beautiful and peaceful holiday should be over soon.

Lombardi immediately ended his communication connections, irritated by people in the vanguard who were not good at reading the situation. Oh God. His master would definitely be furious. Lombardi did not dare to imagine it.

On the one hand, he felt sorry for Miss Carlotta if he was required to face the anger of Signor Alessandro. That woman is pregnant, for Christ's sake. What if something bad happened to her baby again like that?

However, if he did not report to his master and let this happen, Lombardi knew his life would be at stake. Alessandro Ferrara will not be able to forgive him.

Amidst the concern, Lombardi decided to contact someone from the security forces in Castello.

"Yes, Signor Lombardi?"

"Ah. Look, can you throw out the two men who just came? I'll take care of the rest later."

There was a short pause before someone from the security inside the house replied again, "I'm sorry, Signor Lombardi. We can't do it. The two male guests were friends of Miss Carlotta who were given special invitations. We don't want to offend Miss Carlotta by evicting her guests."

Lombardi's swearing hard now. "You'll see the consequences later!" He said with anger.

Goddamn bum. Nothing went according to his plan. Lombardi walked back and forth in front of the main door anxiously. His master must have taken off by now. If you call him now, it's certain that his master will fly back to Italy as soon as he touches New York. His nine-hour journey would definitely be in vain. The business deal will be ruined. But if you do not preach it now, it is certain that the history of Lombardi will end when his master returns later.

With a heavy heart, Lombardi opened his phone and sent a text message to Alessandro Ferrara. The man composed his sentence as subtly as possible to quell the anger that Alessandro might feel, despite knowing it would not help much.

'Sorry, Signor. Miss Carlotta invited some guests to Castello. Two of them are Johann von Schiller and Roberto Mancini.'

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