Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 9 | Alessandro Deals

Alessandro Ferrara rarely looked out his limo window. He preoccupies himself with work anytime and anywhere. However, one morning before spring, he began to feel sad.

The man sat leaning against the limo seat and closed his laptop. For the first time in a long time, Alessandro looked out the window and saw it.

A movie poster. Carlotta Marinelli as the lead.

"Stop." Alessandro. The limo driver pulled over and parked on the side of the road.

"What's the matter, Signor?" Lombardi asked.

Alessandro smiled. Then her smile turned into laughter. His little laugh turned bitter.

Lombardi was increasingly astonished by the behavior of his master, but he did not dare to tease.

"I think I'm going crazy." Alessandro says.

"Sorry, what do you mean, Signor?" Lombardi did not understand.

Alessandro waved his hand, pointing in any direction outside the window. "This job tired me out until I hallucinated. I saw Carlotta Marinelli out there."

Lombardi looked out the window, confirming what Alessandro had said. "Signor's..."

"I knew. That woman still haunts me. Is now a good time to visit Verona to see how things are going?"

Lombardi. "Signor, it's Miss Carlotta."

Alessandro looked at Lombardi with wide eyes. Then, he got off the limo and tried to see more clearly the movie poster that was displayed so large in a billboard.

Is correct. Therehewas. Carlotta Marinelli's. Is she an actress now? And not just any actress. If her face is plastered on the biggest billboard in Rome, it means she is an A-list actress.

Incredible, Carlotta, thought Alessandro. The man left her in Verona for five years, thinking Carlotta would still live in poverty there. However, in reality, the girl was here right now. Or in Milan. Or I don't know where to shoot his latest movie. Carlotta got up and achieved her own success.

No, thought Alessandro riled. Carlotta is just a spoiled rich girl with no idea how to work hard. The man was curious, with whom Carlotta slept until reaching the peak of his career like now?

The thing that makes Alessandro more upset, now Carlotta more charming. The girl did not seem like a naive girl who did not know the cruelty of the world. Carlotta has truly left her teenage years and is now a full-grown woman. And his body... Alessandro could not stop staring at the poster.

"Find the number of Carlotta's manager." He told Lombardi.

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Lombardi had a hard time tracking down Marco Bruni's phone number. Apparently, the manager Carlotta Marinelli is no ordinary person. The man who reportedly loved dressing up turned out to be from one of the Verona conglomerate families, the same as Carlotta used to be.

In addition to being from a family, Signor Bruni has apparently also ensured that his number remains in the elite and exclusive community of the entertainment world. That makes Carlotta as an actress with expensive fees and untouched by people with a small amount of money.

However, the name Alessandro Ferrara clearly has access to all of that. Lombardi's efforts in a day bear sweet fruit. Later that night, Alessandro was able to contact Signor Bruni.

After a bit of pleasantry, Marco Bruni agrees to meet with Alessandro at Divin Ostilia, a top-secret wine bar near the Colosseum. Lombardi made sure that the place was safe from paparazzi.

Marco Bruni looks the same age as Carlotta. Alessandro guessed, they were once schoolmates. Good friend, if Carlotta is willing to entrust her entire career to the man.

There was no sign of Signor Bruni liking women, and somehow it calmed Alessandro's erratic feelings since yesterday.

"Welcome, Signor Bruni." Alessandro rented the whole place for a day. So, if anyone else stepped in there other than his bodyguard, it must be Marco Bruni.

The man was wearing a pastel-colored tuxedo suit, predominantly soft pink. Her wavy hair was left dangling slightly above her neon pink glasses. When he arrived in front of Alessandro, Marco took off his accessories.

"Thank you for inviting me, Signor Ferrara." Marco welcomed Alessandro's hand with pleasure.

Alessandro nodded and showed off a brilliant smile. "I hope I'm not too intrusive of your time, Signor Bruni."

Marco shakes quickly. "No, of course not, Signor Ferrara. Oh, and you can call me Marco."

Marco squeaked a little. It is taboo to call a classmate Alessandro Ferrara by his first name alone. Marco became increasingly curious about what offers would actually be delivered by the heirs of Ferrara Group.

However, he did not want to make a mistake. So, he smiled and said, "Alright, Alessandro."

And Mio Dio, this guy named Alessandro is really the type that both men and women will love. Handsome face. If he did not come from a wealthy family, Marco would not hesitate to offer him a movie. Maybe he'll be a match for Carlotta. His charisma radiates unmitigated. His voice was deep and tickled his soul. Marco guessed, this type of man, coupled with an infinite coffer of money, has never been rejected by women around the world.

Marco really thought Alessandro could get any woman in this world.

"You want to order something, Marco?" Alessandro asked.

Marco replied, "I don't have any allergies. Please order for me."

Alessandro ordered the most expensive dishes and wines available.

While Marco was enjoying the best quality beef in all parts of Italy, Alessandro put down his cutlery. Marco was a bit confused whether he should stop or not.

"I'm interested in your actress." Alessandro said without further ado.

Marco immediately choked. He was trying to find drinking water. However, Alessandro did not bother waiting for the man to take a sip of mineral water, before continuing his sentence.

"She is beautiful and looks talented." Alessandro.

Marco patted his own chest so that the wrong food path immediately found the way it should be. "of course. He is someone with strong will."

Alessandro's eyes are squeaking. "Is there anything she's wanted lately?"

"Carlotta's? No. gabe. He never wanted anything for himself." Marco paused for a moment. "However, his two younger siblings wanted a lot of things."

"Ciara and Carina?" Ask Alessandro.

"You know them?"

Alessandro. "Just know. Forward. Tell me what they want."

Without hesitation, Marco mentioned everything. Ciara wanted the largest penthouse apartment in Rome. Also the most luxurious birthday party and the latest Bugatti Veyron sports car. Carina wanted a cruise ship that would sail the Mediterranean Sea. Plus a little tuition fees in Oxford for the next few years. 

Alessandro smiled in a slant. "Set up last night's date between me and Carlotta. I'll give you everything you mentioned."

Once again, Marco choked. Fortunately, this time, he choked on his own saliva. So, he recovered faster.

"Sorry, Signor. My Carlott ain't that kind of woman. He's not for sale."

Alessandro moved his seat forward. Now, that guy looks very dangerous. "Are three hundred million enough?"

"Dollars?"

"Euros." Answer Alessandro.

"You mean thirty million euros?" Marco knew Carlotta was so beautiful and so on. However, its value was clearly not that high.

Alessandro replied seriously. "Three. Hundredth. Million. Euros."

Marco gasps. That kind of money can cover the total cost of filming Carlotta's latest film without sponsorship. It's definitely not an easy decision.

"You have to decide for yourself. If you ask Carlotta first, she'll refuse. How, Marco?" Alessandro offered once again.

Marco was silent in concern.

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