Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 84 | Traps

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Alessandro realized that it was already night when he opened his eyes. Lombardi was by his side. They appear to be in an unfamiliar suite. Beautiful, beautiful, but foreign. The room was unmitigated. Everything is decorated nicely. Alessandro blinked his eyes. Then, slowly, Lombardi's voice could be heard.

" ... anything, Signor?"

Alessandro. "Related."

Lombardi smiled with relief. "I asked why you didn't say anything when you opened your eyes."

Alessandro's hands immediately ran to his own head. This pain made him feel as if he was going to die. A moment later, Giacomo walked into the suite and smiled broadly.

"Alessandro! You finally realized too!" The blond-haired gondrong man approached and instantly, his expression turned moody. "I'm sorry for what my father did. If I knew he'd be reckless, I would've locked him in the basement."

Alessandro grimacing. His head hurt not playing, until he became a bit difficult to answer.

"I heard you got hit by one of my group members. I'm really sorry. They're all stupid and willing to follow Papa's orders when I'm not here." Giacomo continued to chatter. Guilt seems to make the man twice as talkative as usual. "I'm having some business in Verona. Personal affairs. I went alone without bringing any of my men. They might think that power is temporarily in my father's hands. I've taught them a lesson."

Alessandro closed his eyes. "It's okay."

Alessandro's answer still hasn't succeeded in getting rid of the guilt in Giacomo. "I've taken you to my private clinic. All the medical equipment is complete and the best doctors are there. Your head is fine. No brain damage. There's just a little bruising, maybe it hurts?"

'It hurts so much, asshole!' Thought Alessandro grimly. The man could only try to smile.

"My men are stupid. But they're not that stupid. The attacks you receive are only meant to temporarily paralyze, not permanently injure. I taught them that myself." Giacomo chuckled, and Alessandro tried his hardest not to throw his fist at his sister-in-law's face.

The man in front of him looked proud.

Alessandro closed his eyes once more. "Have you seen the CCTV?" He asks.

Giacomo shook his head sadly. "Papa turned off the dining room CCTV. I'm sorry again."

Alessandro turned the eyeball. "I didn't ask you, Gio. I asked Lombardi. I asked Lombardi and my team to install new CCTVs all over the place that your father might use to set me up."

Lombardi nodded briefly. "Already, Signor."

Giacomo immediately applauded. "Well, that's great! You're not stupid either."

Alessandro. Originally from Giacomo, Alessandro knew it was a compliment.

"I was gonna ask you what the hell's going on, but I think it's better we just watch the CCTV footage together." Giacomo.

Alessandro and Lombardi agreed.

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At first, Alessandro intends to meet Rocco Marinelli at the Marinelli family home in Verona. He and his security guards departed from Rome early in the morning in order to settle matters immediately. Apparently, Rocco's not in place. The Marinelli family home is now standing as magnificent as ever, even much nicer. Alessandro regretted why he had to keep the promise he had made to Carlotta's father on his wedding day.

When Alessandro asked some of the people he had stationed there as employees for Rocco, Alessandro was informed that Rocco was going to Milan. Must be at Giacomo's. Without thinking, Alessandro took his security forces to the Giacomo Suites and Hotel in Milan.

Alessandro had absolutely no idea that Giacomo was not there.

Giacomo's luxury apartment and hotel complex is simply amazing. Inevitably, Alessandro admitted that his brother-in-law had a good taste in building art. Alessandro walked confidently into the building. Lombardi announced her master's arrival at the reception, and the woman immediately informed someone who appeared to be her boss by phone. Hotel manager? Or Giacomo's right hand? Or both?

" ... Right, Signor. Signor Alessandro Ferrara is here to see Signor Rocco Marinelli."

Pause for a moment.

"Signor Rocco Marinelli will meet you in Signor Giacomo's private dining room, Signor. We'll set up the room in a minute." The receptionist said politely.

Alessandro glanced at Lombardi, gesturing for his assistants and the personal security team to do what they were supposed to do. Make sure everything is safe. Lombardi nodded and caught the signal in one blink. Some Lombardi teams moved quietly following some hotel employees to the room in question.

"Where should I wait while the dining room is prepared?" Alessandro said to the receptionist, demanding full attention so that the woman could not dwell.

The receptionist smiled politely. "Please wait in the lobby, Signor."

Alessandro pretended to be annoyed. "Have you never heard of Ferrara before? Is Milan such a backward city?"

The receptionist smiled again, though Alessandro could see that the woman was getting upset. "Sorry, Signor. All our guests are important. We just want to provide the best service for all guests."

Alessandro gritted his teeth. "I can't wait long. I don't have much time. And I'm not just any guest."

When Alessandro saw the Lombardi team members had returned, Alessandro smiled in satisfaction. Today, he plans to confront Carlotta's father and provide evidence of the crimes the ruthless middle-aged man confessed to himself to authorities. There can be no room for failure.

Lombardi appeared to discuss for a while with the members of the security team he was carrying and gave a small nod before approaching Alessandro.

"Please be careful with the champagne that will be served to you, Signor. Signor Marinelli has put sleeping pills in it." Lombardi whispers.

Alessandro. 'Damn it, ' he thought annoyed. Then he whispered back. "Is there anything else?"

Lombardi nodded. "He plans to bring some of Signor Giacomo's men into the dining room."

Alessandro's forehead is shrinking deeper and deeper. Oh, he doesn't like this. Facing Rocco Marinelli was one thing, and facing a member of the mafia was another.

"Then, you will also enter the dining room." Alessandro.

Lombardi agreed.

"What percentage of Ferrara's security team is likely to win against Giacomo's men?" Alessandro asked again.

Lombardi had no intention of covering anything up. "Thirty percent."

Alessandro swore again. This time, it was a little hard. "Try calling Giacomo."

Lombardi. "We've tried. His phone's dead, Signor."

Alessandro resisted the urge to curse even harder.

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