Becoming Strangers Again by Lily

Chapter 98

RYAN

"It's on sale," Angelo anounced loudly, barging into my office, a behavior that seemed to be becoming a habit.

Though my gaze remained fixed on him, my attention was still on the phone call. "Thank you, Mr. Godizalla. I replied tersely, shooting Angelo a glare for his disruptive entrance. "I will ensure yours is among the goods sent to Italy in two days

"Thank you, Mr. Williams. I look forward to more deals in the figure, Godizalla responded respectfully.

"Likewise. Have a lovely afternoon," I said, ruling the call before turning my full attention to Angelo. "Let this be the last time you rush into my office screaming like that Rising from ny desk, I moved to join him on the sofa. "Whatever you have

say will have to wait until you are properly seated in my office

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"I am sorry, sir," Angelo quickly apologized.

"As you should be." I responded with a hint of exasperation, realizing the potential consequences of Angelo's impulsive behavior. The thought crossed my mind that he could inadvertently share sensitive information with someone who shouldn't have access to it, just because he didn't have the patience to fully enter my office thereby potentially causing irreparable damage. "What's on sale?" I asked, attempting to steer the conversation back to the matter at hand.

"Laly's Lambo," Angelo declared, casually dropping his phone onto the table. "I happened to snap a picture of the Lambo along with its plate number before it was returned, and now it seems to be up for sale." Surprised by the revelation, I reached for the phone and examined the picture closely. Indeed, it was unmistakably her car. "But I thought someone had agreed to cover the costs if Jake failed to do so?" Angelo nodded in confirmation. "I did reach out to that woman, and she assured me that the car has indeed been fully paid

for

"Then why put the car up for sale?" 1 questioned rhetorically, though I couldn't help but ponder the reasoning behind such a decision. However, before I could even finish my thought, Angelo provided an explanation

"To recover the money spent on the payment," Angelo replied matter-of-factly, meeting my gaze as he explained. "Whoever paid for that car is the one selling it. It's being auctioned, which means the individual wants to recoup their investment in full-

His explanation made sense, and I nodded in acknowledgment. And how did you come by all this information?" I inquired, genuinely curious.

crossing his face. "I happen to know someone who knows someone

meet the seller" Angelo shifted nervously on his feet, a hint of concern evident in his expression. That place is notorious for attracting

comfortably, I crossed my legs, mulling over our options. "So, what exactly are you suggesting we do? Would you prefer to handle this personally or delegate the task to someone else?" I inquired, casting a thoughtful glance

sense of caution. "If I were to be spotted there, it might raise suspicions that you were involved." "Any specific individual in mind?" I pressed, curious to hear his

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him keep the Lambo I stated with a casual shrug. Tm not particularly attached

Poshing myself off the sofa. I

night" Angelo

firmly, my mind already shifting gears to the next task at hand. Sitting down at my desk. I gazed at the newly framed

clear my schedule for tomorrow, I directed, my attention briefly diverted. Pausing by the door, Angelo

informed him, a hint of anticipation in my voice, haking his head in concern, he rushed back to my desk. "Not to

her birthday and to spend time with my kids.

to you" he assured before stepping out and closing

finger along the faces a pang of guilt washed over me. This, I realized, was the price I had to pay for my transgressions-the inability to spend time with my family, to be present in their lives, all as a consequence

minutes later, my phone chimed with a text from Angelo, confirming that his friend was on

day. I made my way to the store to collect the customized jewelry I had ordered for Lily. However, the persistent presence of paparazzi made the task more

and made my way

frowned, realizing my instructions to my staff about her access had been ignored. It seemed they assumed that as

the living room, her expression twisted with anger. "Welcome home, husband," she spar, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Since you've made it clear you won't come home, I decided to pay you a visit. And new when she advanced towards me, her demeanor hostile. Tdiscovered you weren't here, and

is not

feet away. "Heaven forbid you actually get me a gift," she sneered. "I mean, I practically had to buy my own

for Stepharpe's presence. "What are you doing here, Stephanie?"

sides. "Do I look like a joke to you? Does this marriage seem