Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 6 | Threats Ferrara

Carlotta hopes they can really talk in privacy. In reality, it is clearly impossible. His presence as a waitress at this party alone has been controversial. His friends from the upper class and their entire family were unceasingly looking at him. A curious look, along with a little scorn.

Not to mention the arrival of the heirs of the Ferrara family who were like thunder splitting the earth. Alessandro's own performance has been stunning. Plus Gretta Mancini has spread rumors that Alessandro was once a gardener of the Marinelli family.

Now, Carlotta believes, all eyes are on the extraordinary combination of the two of them.

"Carlotta." Alessandro called his name.

No longer a loving call full of longing as before. Now, his name was pronounced coldly. Carlotta got goosebumps hearing it.

The girl shrugged her shoulders indifferently. "What do you want to talk about?"

Alessandro smiled in a slant. "Is that how you say hello to your ex-boyfriend?"

Carlotta glared at him. "So you said I was your old friend."

"That's it, it doesn't matter." Alessandro laughs. "Is there nothing you want to tell me? Apologies, maybe?"

"Go to hell!"

"Wow, relax a little, miss. I don't think hell is the right place for me. Isn't that the right place for you and your family?"

Carlota. "You destroyed my family until we had nothing left. Isn't that enough?"

"No." Alessandro looked at Carlotta's anger with contrived grief. "I like how I look and how you look now."

"Brengs-" Carlota was about to hit Alessandro, but the man caught his hand easily.

"Quiet, sweet lady. If you don't like how you look right now, I can bring your family back to what it used to be. Just so you're gonna take some terms from me."

Carlotta turned and was about to leave. "no need. I don't need your mercy."

"You need to listen to this if you want me not to bother you anymore, Carlotta." Alessandro let out a low and serious tone. A threatening tone.

Carlotta stopped walking.

"Decide your engagement, if you don't want me to overthrow the Mancini family as well."

Carlotta stepped up again.

"If you think I'm messing around, then you're wrong. There is no family that has no debt to the Ferrara family in all of Italy." Alessandro said again.

Carlotta turn. The girl laughed loudly. "You think I care? Do everything you want, Alessandro. And if I break off my engagement to Roberto, remember that it's not because of you!"

The girl walked away without looking again.

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Jeanne and a few other servants immediately surrounded Carlotta as soon as the girl returned to the kitchen.

"What's going on, Carlotta? You know that handsome young master?" Jeanne asked.

Another waiter added, "What are you talking about?"

The other servant again asked, "Did he be rude to you? The rich don't know themselves!"

Carlotta just smiled weakly at all of them. The anger left him. Now all that remains is fear. He had managed to pretend to be strong. However, all she wanted now was to sit on the floor and cry.

The girl did not think that her Alessandro was capable of being a dangerous man. Extremely dangerous. Coupled with the power of the last name of the man who is famous throughout the country. Carlotta was horrified that Alessandro could really do anything.

Patrizia de Angelo and Gretta Mancini enter the kitchen. All the servants immediately bowed respectfully, and stepped aside to give way.

"What's going on, Carlotta? Alessandro Ferrara is galloping away after talking to you. Did you intentionally make him angry? Now he is an important guest here!" Hardik Patrizia's.

Carlotta did not heed the girl. His eyes were on Gretta Mancini.

"Please tell Roberto I'm sorry." Carlotta pulled out the necklace she had hidden behind her waiter uniform. A large diamond ring became his pendant.

"What does this mean?" Gretta asked.

"I want to break off my engagement to your brother, Roberto Mancini."

Since Roberto is currently studying law at the University of Oxford, England, Carlotta is clearly unlikely to fly there just to return the ring. The best way is to leave it to Gretta.

Gretta. "Are you crazy?"

The servants around them immediately whispered full of speculation.

Patrizia's ruffled waist. "Now that your ex-boyfriend is successful and much richer than the Gretta family, you want to break off your engagement to Roberto. That so?"

Carlotta knows, there's no point arguing with Patrizia and Gretta right now. He packed his bag and got ready to go. "I'll return your waiter uniform tomorrow."

Patrizia. "no need. That uniform suits you anyway."

Carlotta nodded. Without saying anything else, he left the dreadful feast.

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Alessandro stretches his body on the west side of his swimming pool in Verona. Luca Lombardi brought in several women to accompany his master to swim. Alessandro disliked them all, but also not up to the heart to expel.

The sexy women were swimming almost without clothes. The bikini they were wearing seemed to cover nothing. Some of them were blatant, but Alessandro only responded with a smile.

All he had in mind was Carlotta Marinelli.

"How's the girl doing?" He asked Luca Lombardi.

"Yesterday Miss Carlotta left the party after breaking off her engagement to Roberto Mancini."

Alessandro laughed with satisfaction. "really?"

"Yes, Signor." Lombardi answered.

Suddenly, Alessandro's feelings improved. His heart became without burden. "Good then. We don't have to bother fouling hands with the Mancini family."

"Yes, Signor. You're right."

Alessandro wrapped a large towel around his waist, deciding that his swimming time was over. "Give these women big pay. They have accompanied me well."

"But, Signor, they haven't even done anything yet."

Alessandro shook his hand. "It's okay, Lombardi. Today I'm happy."

Without asking any more, Lombardi immediately arranged for the beautiful women to quickly leave his master's residence. Their work is done.

"Is there anything I can do again, Signor?" Lombardi met Alessandro in the hallway, right after his master had taken a bath and changed clothes.

"There's a lot on my mind." Alessandro said slowly. "But since Carlotta has done what I want, we won't bother him anymore."

"You're going to let him live in poverty?" Lombardi nodded in disbelief. He is a man who has no heart and never falls in love. Not so with his master. "But don't you love Miss Carlotta?"

Alessandro walks leisurely towards the central space overlooking the shady garden. The flowers always reminded her of the girl. "Love is dead, Lombardi. I didn't even expect you to feel it. Not a pleasant sensation."

Lombardi immediately filled the glass in Alessandro's hand with whiskey. It was strange because his master did not usually drink too hard in broad daylight.

"For a while, I'll let him live a quiet life. We're going back to Rome, maybe forever."

Lombardi nodded quickly. "Then, what about Miss Carlotta's family home we've confiscated?"

"Destroy. Reawaken. Do whatever it takes to make it look no longer the same. I really hate that place."

"Okay, Signor."

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