Semua Bab Seducing The Mafia Tycoon: Bab 21 - Bab 30

"But," Noelle's parted, but she found herself speechless, a habit she realized she had an awful lot each time she was around Wallace.The man always manages to find a way to make her speechless."But you said month end," She said, fighting back the frown that she felt creeping up her face, but miserably failed. "So why do you need me to come back after the dress fitting tomorrow?""Well, you have to come make yourself familiar with the surroundings of the place you'll be staying in moving forward. Wouldn't you like that?"Noelle thought his words through for a few seconds. As much as she hated to admit it. He was right. If she was going to be staying there for the next year, she needed to familiarize herself with it, and make little alterations, fitting the room she was going to be staying in, to her liking."I guess," She muttered, folding her hand across her chest. The gesture caught Wallace's attention, especially when it made her chest look more pronounced and his gaze lingered fo

Staring at the envelope in front of her, Noelle couldn't believe her ears. This lady - the supposed one who Wallace had sent - had she just asked her to take money and leave?Bribe her?The comical irony of the entire situation made Noelle chuckle.“Sorry, what?” She asked, leaning her weight against the threshold of her door.Like she had said nothing wrong, the beautiful blonde repeated her words, urging the envelope in Noelle's direction.“The money, take it and get out of Wallace's life.”Opening her mouth, Noelle attempted to speak, but realized the woman's audacious behavior had rendered her speechless. At last, she laughed, a forced one. “Sorry, but, who are you again?” Although she had a vague idea that this might have been the woman Wallace spoke of yesterday, Noelle wasn't exactly sure who this woman was.What her relationship with Wallace was and where she stood in all of this? Well, whatever her position was, it had to be big, for her to pull a stunt like this. Noelle

“Alright, Please, come right this way.” The attendant, who, only seconds before, had introduced herself as Joy, pointed towards the changing room.Noelle stood up, dusting off imaginary dust from her dress. She drew in one quick breath, and glanced in Bianca's direction, which earned her a sarcasm coated smile, before turning and heading into the changing room.Much like the waiting room, the changing room was luxurious, built with the finest material a bride would want to be surrounded with during her bridal fitting.At the center of the changing room, a big floor to ceiling mirror was placed, displaying Noelle's reflection as she walked in. Behind her, Joy strolled in, bringing along the first batch of wedding dresses. “You can try these ones first, Ms…” She trailed off, only just now realizing that she never got the name of her bridal customer.“Noelle. Just Noel is fine.” Noelle said, flashing her a smile that she used to hide the nerves that were slowly creeping in.Joy smiled.

The walk back to Mrs. Castellano’s car was far too quiet for Bianca's liking. Staring at the older woman's back as they approached the vehicle, she tried to figure out what she was thinking.Had Noelle's words had an impact on her? Impossible! Iris Castellano was not just anyone. Words like that meant nothing and had no effect on her. She had seen worse, been through worse. After all, one does not get into the Castellano family by mouth alone.However, it looked like Noelle was about to do exactly that. The thought made Bianca frown. Noelle wasn't worthy of such a position.She knew nothing about the Castellano family, unlike her. She hasn't been through the hardship and training she has been through. That position should and would be hers.“Mother,” At last, she called out to Mrs. Castellano as the older woman was about to enter her car. The close natured way at which she always calls the woman, seemed to lighten the mood. “You must be surprised.”“Surprise no, disappointed, yes. I

The ‘dinner’ was already in full swing by the time Wallace walked in. The large wooden dining table, the very same one he recalled having enjoyed dinner at when he was younger, was decorated from top to bottom with different varieties of food, and at the head of the table, sat his mother.Composed as usual and dressed in fine and neat material. Her eyes followed him as he entered and took his seat by the other end of the table, as far away from her as possible.Silence settled between them for what felt like the longest time. The staffs at the back of the room, although used to interaction like this from mother and son, couldn't help but feel anxious and misplaced, occasionally glancing at each other, but not daring to speak a word.Thankfully, Wallace was quick to break the silence, relieving them of their silent suffering. “I’m sure we both have better things to do than sitting around a table and pretending to have mother-son time. Let's make this quick, shall we?” His words made