Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 70 | Brunch in Verona

Because the savings chapter clean and not written at all to update, I was a bit tired of chasing Crazy Up. Fresh from the oven this chapter. Abis nulis directly posted. Sorry if there is a typo-typo or his fault, have not been able to reread at all. Feel free to comment and correct me if I'm wrong ♡

Enjoy my 2nd update today! Doain set to post the next chapter before the middle of the mall. Feel Cinderella nih deg-degan do not get through midnight hahaha ♡

Luvluvs, luvluvs,

Alana

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Carlotta did have to mentally prepare to speak well with Gretta (and Patrizia, of course, although lately the unusual attitude of Patrizia actually feels strange). Gretta really likes to provoke people's emotions. Carlotta did not feel compelled to take matters into account if she was the one being insulted, but if she had already mentioned her husband's name with bad connotations, Carlotta would not have stayed silent.

"I love Alessandro, Gretta. From the past until forever. My engagement to Roberto was the result of my father's agreement with your father. It doesn't have anything to do with your accusation that I'm playing with people's feelings." Carlotta tried to explain.

Silently, Alessandro's face became red to the ears upon hearing the words of affirmation from Carlotta's mouth. Ah, apparently meeting the children of the Mancini family is not as bad as Alessandro thought.

Gretta folded her hands in front of her chest. "Then, what about your sister?"

Roberto rolled his eyeballs. He was both embarrassed and angry. "Gretta, if you still want to talk nonsense like this, we better go home now."

Gretta ignored Roberto. He was still waiting for Carlotta's answer.

Carlotta sighed softly. "I really don't know what Ciara means. However, he did tell me that he needed to discuss his final assignment with Roberto. Roberto has a law firm that is starting to rise in London. My brother was interested in the law a long time ago. I don't think it's a romantic attraction."

Roberto justifies Carlotta. "There's no need to speculate, Gretta."

Gretta looked between Carlotta and Roberto hesitantly. "Yes, maybe I'll consider trusting you. But, I can't trust Ciara. She's the-"

"Be careful, Gretta. He's my brother." Carlotta warned.

Gretta raised her hand in the air. "The bottom line is, I'm sorry for messing up your party."

Carlotta snorted softly when she heard that completely inauthentic apology. His hand then moved to make another sandwich. Gretta and Roberto also began to take their own bread.

That day, during the Baby Shower party, was one of the scariest days of Carlotta's life. She was afraid she would lose her baby. It's all over now. Everything's been fine. However, there was still one thing stuck in his mind.

Alessandro stood up and moved towards a tree. There was a bottle opener hanging from the tree. The man opened Ferrara's best bottle of wine, then turned around and immediately poured each one for Carlotta and himself. Alessandro also offered it to Roberto and Gretta. "You want to?"

Roberto and Gretta Mancini both shook their heads. "We have our own wine. The Mancini factory." Answer Roberto. The man opened his bottle and offered to Alessandro and Carlotta. "You're gonna have to taste this one." Roberto poured a glass and thrust it at Carlotta.

Carlotta received the glass and thanked him. The woman then sniffed and smiled. "That Mancini. The original eleven twelve with Marinelli's wine before our factory went out of business."

Alessandro directly bent his face. "Ferrara's wine sales are the best-selling in all of Italy. We have also exported to many countries."

Roberto smiles. "That's because you make wine with the taste of the market. While we, Mancini and Marinelli, maintain the hereditary recipe of the ancestors."

Alessandro was about to open his mouth to argue over wine with Roberto Mancini, but Carlotta had already opened his mouth and asked Gretta. "Do you know anything about Patrizia, Gretta?"

Carlotta shook her head quickly, then smiled sweetly. "It's okay. I just haven't heard from him in a long time."

Gretta feels Carlotta's question is strange, because to Gretta's knowledge, Carlotta and Patrizia are not friends. There is precisely something to be questioned if the two of them exchange news like friends. However, Gretta ultimately only considers Carlotta's question as a question of pleasantries. So, he told me more. "I haven't heard much about him in a month. If I call, he just answers very briefly as if he's very preoccupied with something."

"Job, maybe?" Ask Carlotta.

Gretta shrugged, still preoccupied with putting cheese and ham on her sandwich. "I came to his father's architectural office on purpose and the employees there said, Patrizia hasn't been in the office for a long time."

Now, Carlotta was really curious. "You're not trying to come to his house?"

Gretta shrugged her shoulders once more. "He's not home."

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"I don't think you're too close to the Patrizia des Angelo. Why ask Gretta?" Alessandro asked as he and Carlotta sat in the car to get back to Veneto.

Carlotta put on her sunglasses and started driving Alessandro slowly through the city of Verona. "Because I suspect something."

Alessandro moves his hand to play Carlotta's hair. "What is that?"

Carlotta shrugged. "Eitherway. Incidentally, Gio has also rarely communicated with me in the past month. I never visited Mauricio either. In fact, he came very often last month."

Alessandro. "You think Giacomo and Patrizia disappeared together?"

After being spoken out loud, the idea sounded so awkward that Carlotta shuddered. "That's impossible." Answer Carlotta.

Alessandro's hand, which was originally in Carlotta's hair, now began to caress the back of the woman's ear. "I also think that's impossible. But, who knows? You said Giacomo specifically invited the Patrizia des Angelo to our Baby Shower party, right?"

"Yes, you're right." Carlotta giggled amusedly. "Stop, Alessandro. I'm driving."

Alessandro laughs. "I told you, let me take the car. I am multitasking. You can drive while touching you."

"No." Carlotta said firmly. "If you start floating me, we won't be home until a week. You're definitely gonna turn the car into the nearest inn. Or worse, get me to fuck in the bushes!"

Alessandro laughed until the strands of his hair were thrown backwards. "Bush, you say? I've never done it before, and I think that's a good idea!"

Carlotta rolled her eyeballs. "Will the idea stay good when the snake comes and bites you?"

Alessandro laughed again, feeling every word his wife said was amazingly interesting. "Snakes? There are no snakes in the bushes. There's only my milile snake that's your favorite."

Carlotta didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Oh my God, please strengthen me."

Alessandro's laughter gushed again.

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