Chapter Four: Rachael

Everyone couldn’t believe that I would accept to marry another mafia partner of my father, but I had to do it since nature left me with awful choices.

I couldn’t keep on crying over a man who had moved on; he even threatened me before with the love I had for him.

Men aren't worth loving, and he was the last man I would love in my life.

“Good morning, Ma’am.” I walked into the mall, waving at some staff as I entered my office.

The news was a shock to my mother and brother, but they had no choice but to accept it. I felt it was necessary to do it.

I sat at my desk, glancing through the reviews and some pending tasks.

My mind wouldn’t stop swaying to the wonderful moment I spent with Patrick; he was truly the one for me, but the way we ended was embarrassing.

Right now, I wouldn’t be able to face our high schoolmates after what happened before, and the mockery would become annoying.

I was disrupted by the sudden arrogant voices I heard in the mall, which startled me. I quickly arranged my table and rushed out of my office.

“What’s going on here?” I panicked.

My staff turned in my direction, and adjacent to them was a young man and a lad beside him.

The young man was wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo suit; his hair was curly and resting on his forehead; he had intimidating eyes and an aura; and he was tall. His masculine build made him charming overall. I swallowed hard as it unexpectedly became hard to stare away from him.

“Are you the manager or something?” The young man’s voice swallowed that of my staff; his voice was filled with annoyance. “I want to speak with the director.” He fired almost immediately, and I exhaled deeply.

“I’m the boss here. Is there any problem?” I asked courteously with a raised brow, and he tucked his hand into his trouser pocket.

“Is this how poorly skilled you are?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes disgustingly at me.

“I still don’t understand you, sir.” Honestly, I wasn’t following at all.

“Look at what you did!” He threw a suit that was in a torn shopping bag at my face.

I ignored his poor manners and bent down to pick up the suit. “How can we help you with this?” I asked, with my gaze rolling back and forth.

“Help me?” He shook his head in disbelief. “I paid you $10,000 million to sew my suit for my next meeting, and is this all I get?” He spat at my face in anger.

“What?” My jaw dropped, and I lowered my eyes back to the suit. I grazed my hand on every corner of the suit for a while before looking at him.

“I’m sorry, sir, but you are mistaken.” He looked taken aback by my statement, and the woman beside him looked away. “This isn't my handwork.” I spilled courageously.

The knitted corners, the stitches, and the style weren’t mine. I usually leave a signature on any dress I make, but his suit didn't have one.

He sighed heavily and faced the woman beside him.

What's going on?” He groaned in dissatisfaction, his eyes burning in anger, and shot daggers at the helpless woman.

“I.. I…” She stammered and stopped halfway; she didn’t know what to say or any excuse to make, especially since his gaze was fully on her.

Who was this man? I grew curious and wanted to know him. His personality is tough and rigid. He doesn’t look like regular “boyfriend” material.

I lusted over him for a moment before the woman’s voice came up.

“It’s here, babe.” She cried out. “I paid them and showed them the design you want; I won’t lie to you.” She tried to buy him out.

Too bad; I wouldn’t let anyone soil my business reputation. We just started, and tainting my name wasn’t the best thing my business should have done.

“Your work wasn’t registered; can you tell me why?” This time, I focused on the woman.

My staff went over to the counter and returned with our job journal book. I flipped through the pages.

“Can you tell me your name?” I asked professionally.

“Mr. Cane Lorenzo.” I froze in shock at hearing his name.

For some reason, his name was filled with danger, shivers, and misfortune. My eyes quivered as I tried to give him a second look.

“Lorenzo?” I mumbled to myself as I surfed through the journal.

“Nothing here.” I passed the journal to him.

By this time, the woman was already trembling, and he was quick-witted enough to have noticed it.

Immediately, he grabbed her neck, having no concern for the eyes that were on him.

“How dare you?" He gritted his teeth, sounding devilish. Tears started streaming down the woman’s eyes as she mumbled some unclear words to Cane, who had suddenly turned into a beast.

“No one jokes with me; go scout free.” He pushed her to the ground. She wanted to escape, but he grabbed her hand strongly and left the mall.

My eyes were filled with disbelief and astonishment, and I shook my head countless times as I couldn’t accept the fact that such a handsome man like him could be dangerous.

“Who was he? How did they locate my mall?” These thoughts wandered in my mind as the staff started dispersing to their businesses.

I was about to return to my office when I caught a glimpse of a business card lying on the floor.

“What’s this?” I picked it up, and it had an address, contact information, and a business logo on it.

“Mr. Cane Lorenzo,” I mumbled, it was that stranger’s card.