The Mafia Princess Love Trap

Chapter 28. They're Allies?

Kyle pretended to move. He's looking for a safe point to eavesdrop on and keep an eye on Ramona as well as Rocco.

"As Kyle sat down, Ramona's voice was heard asking, "So you know that guy?"

"Currently, he's the shitty guy I met? Since when do you know him?" ask Rocco.

"I've known him for 3 years. He's a hard man to reach, but I want him."

"Your obsession is completely insane. Oh yeah, what did you rent a hotel for? You can use my apartment."

"I don't want to. If we stay with an existing one you'll keep asking **** with me."

"That's nothing you should doubt. Besides, you've always enjoyed my game, Ramona."

"Shut up, Rocco. You've always been out of control with that dirty mouth of yours."

"Why indeed?"

"I don't want to be bothered, anyway, before I make sure that my man is really here."

Rocco clucked in annoyance, he picked up his phone and opened the gallery. Some photos of Mavra with Enrique are displayed there.

Ramona sees Enrique's friendly photos with Mavra. He suddenly felt upset. His hands were clenched and from his eyes was a pent-up emotion.

"What if we work together? I'll have the woman and you'll have her lover" Rocco bargained. Ramona looked at Rocco doubtfully, but before long she nodded her head.

"Alright, deal. How's plan?"

"We just broke their relationship. You trap the guy, while let me heat up his girlfriend."

"Your father is very good."

The two people continued to talk about their plans without knowing, if all their conversations had been recorded by Kyle.

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DING!!

The message went to Enrique's phone, he just turned on his phone after 5 minutes of landing. Enrique frowned at the incoming message from Kyle. He thinks something happened to Mavra. The man hurriedly opened a message from Kyle.

"What video is this?"

Enrique clenched his hand as he looked at the video of the shipment. He immediately made a phone call to Mavra. Enrique cursed because Mavra's number could not be reached. Enrique pulls his suitcase and stops the taxi he has to ask his mommy for help at this time.

A bit of regret lingered in the man's heart. He should not have approved Mavra's proposal to come to Indonesia. He should've stayed there guarding Mavra. Enrique looked back at the screen and he contacted Flyn and Kyle. He hopes they respond to his call soon.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at your doorstep, sir," replied Flyn.

"Kyle, where did you get that video?"

"Miss Mavra asked me to follow Ramona and that's what I got, sir."

"They're allies?"

"Yes, sir."

"How narrow is the world. Out of so many people, these people are related. Kyle kept an eye on them. Report everything to me. Did you guys see Mavra come out of the apartment?"

"No, Sir." Flyn and Kyle answered in unison.

"His phone is inactive."

"I'll knock on your door, sir," said Flyn, but Enrique immediately forbade it.

"No need, Flyn. I'll just check the CCTV."

"Good, Sir."

Enrique turned off his phone because he had already reached his grandfather's residence. Enrique caught his breath for a while before he finally walked into the luxurious mansion that belonged to his grandfather.

"Darling, why are you here?" Enrique turned his head and found her grandmother standing with a basket of flowers. Enrique put down her suitcase and hugged her grandmother.

"I miss you guys."

"We missed you too. Sorry grandma rarely visits you. Your grandfather's health .... "

Enrique further tightened his embrace, he felt the grandmother's shoulder shake. Gently Enrique rubbed the grandmother's back.

"No need to continue. I know what Grandma wants to say. We'll just pray Grandpa recovers soon."

Enrique brought in Dian's grandmother. Some members of the Enrique family were shocked to see the presence of the man. Some cousins approached Enrique and they hugged each other.

Zafia, who had just returned from the hospital, was shocked to find her son there.

"Enrique, why are you here?"

"I miss mommy and grandma."

"What about Mavra?"

"I left. He made me come here."

"Bod*h." Zafia snorted and patted her son hard on the shoulder.

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