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This time, it was Miabella's turn to immediately gulp down her drink. The young lady's hand trembled slightly, but soon she was able to control herself. Miabella put the glass back. Jemari lentik with nails that have been neatly thought taper shaped, decorated with pink coral color that also had been a concern of Vlad. However, the young lady did not care about him at all.

Miabella then smiled gently. “Good. I agree,” he said with confidence.

“Then, how's your husband? What reason would you tell him?” Vlad squinted his eyes, as if challenging Miabella to say more than she had heard earlier.

“You don't have to think about that. My husband is entirely my business.” Miabella gnashing naughty. “Business is always a good reason, for people who already have a partner,”. Miabella gave a crisp laugh after saying so. While Vlad still continued to look at him fixedly. “No. Don't look at me that way,” refused.

Inwardly, Miabella was eager to throw the dirty plate that was in front of her right into Vlad's face. However, he could not have done such ridiculous actions. The beautiful gray-eyed woman preferred not to return the strange gaze of the Russian man earlier. It feels really uncomfortable.

“Good. The party will be held this weekend. Do not forget to prepare a good mask.” Vlad ended his words with a satisfied smile.

"Sure" replied Miabella.

Two hours that felt so nauseating to Miabella. After Vlad said goodbye to go home to the hotel where he was staying, the eldest daughter of Mia immediately threw her body onto the sofa. However, he was unable to breathe a sigh of relief. The sharp eyes of Carlo who had just appeared in the living room, had made him have to sit back while upholding his body.

“Are your special guests really gone, Cara mia?” Carlo's question sounds like a subtle allusion to Miabella. The handsome blue-eyed man then sat next to his wife. He stretched out his hand, then grabbed the shoulder of the beautiful woman. “Excellent,” said Carlo again while clucking slowly.

“What's amazing, Carlo?” Miabella, who was already in Carlo's arms, immediately looked up and looked at the husband's face. He then touched his chin with a thin beard, then played it spoiled.

“I did not think that it turns out you can be naughty like before,” said Carlo who seemed to want to protest.

“I have to do that. At least, we got something.” Miabella turned the touch of a hand on her husband's cheek, then pulled it gently so that Carlo's face turned to her. A friendly kiss landed on Carlo's lips. For a while, it went on perfectly.

“You think I'll let you go alone to Catania?” Carlo looked closely at the beautiful face of Miabella.

“Whose word am I going alone?” miabella still looks calm.

“Then?” Carlo raised his eyebrows. Miabella just laughed. He then straightened his body with the position still facing Carlo. The beautiful paras look very tempting with a lipstick polish burgundy color. It made the head of the Red Wolf Clan feel at home to look at him for a long time. A moment later, Carlo smiled calmly. “Ah yes. I know what's on your mind, Cara mia,”.

“Good. That way, I don't have to explain anything to you,” Miabella replied with a gentle smile.

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Two days have passed. Coco had already returned to Rome, while Miabella and Carlo prepared everything they needed to leave for the party in Catania. Carlo had even coordinated with Grigori to prepare everything and infiltrated him into a small motel not far from the party location that Vlad had told Miabella.

Miabella boarded a helicopter from Casa de Luca, and headed straight for Palermo. He stayed overnight at the uncle's residence before attending a party to be held in the next few days.

While Carlo chose to take the road by riding his big motorbike. He didn't want to risk being around his wife. Carlo didn't want anyone to see him with Miabella until the party was over. He didn't want Vlad's men or spies like Damien to know of his presence in the small town.

Carlo exhaled a sigh of relief, then plucked his athletic body into the bed. Not long after, he reached into a cell phone and sent a message to Miabella that she had arrived. A moment later, the wife he loved returned the message.

Carlo smiled reading a reply from Miabella. Not satisfied with just receiving a type from the gray-eyed woman, he immediately contacted her. Without waiting for long, the call was answered.

“Don't be naughty there, Cara mia. Remember, we meet in a few days,” message Carlo while laughing softly.

“Then, what will you do over the next few days?” miabella asked from across there in a spoiled tone.

“I'll be watching and spying on locations around the party. After that, I'll look for a gap to get in there. Grigori has given me access to the party service provider agency. Most likely I will disguise myself as a waiter,” explained Carlo.

“You sure look cool.” Miabella laughed cheerfully. The couple took the time to chat lightly until Carlo ended the call. He also has a responsibility to monitor his businesses and organizations in Russia.

After finishing conversing with Ivan and the other men, Carlo put on his sunglasses and baseball cap before stepping gallantly out of the motel room. He intended to look around at the circumstances surrounding Vlad's mansion that would be used as the location of the party.

The mansion is located on the outskirts of Catania. The magnificent building was built on the edge of a cliff directly adjacent to the Lonia Sea. Most of the mansion's walls are made of natural rock with large windows like ancient Roman castles.

Too bad, Carlo could only observe from outside the mansion area. He stood outside the towering iron fence. However, he was already able to deduce if the mansion only had one access in and out of the front gate.

“Hm. Alright.” Carlo muttered to himself, then turned around. Her next destination was the party service provider agent. Half an hour's walk from the outskirts to the city center, the handsome blue-eyed man finally arrived at a three-story building.

With a confident pace, Carlo entered the building. There, a receptionist welcomed her arrival. Carlo also offered a fake identity card that he had prepared beforehand.

“Welcome, Mr. ravieli,” greet the receptionist, shortly after reading Carlo's identity card. “You sent an application in the mail a few days ago,” he continued.

“Stool once.” Carlo nodded while smiling kindly.

“Good, Sir. Our manager well received your application. You can pick up the uniform on the second floor. The day after tomorrow, you must follow the briefing before coming to the location of the party,” explained the receptionist.

“Grazie, Miss,” said Carlo before climbing the stairs to the second floor.

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