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.

his face. "I happen to know someone who knows someone that has

questionable circumstances puzzled me. "I want to attend that auction," I informed Angelo firmly. "If I end up buying the car, dien I will meet the seller"

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

reflecting a sense of caution. "If I were to be spotted there, it

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an old friend in our school days. He's capable of handling this sort of tak,

not particularly attached to it. All I

agreement, acknowledging the terms of our arrangement. "I'll reach out to him without delay." Poshing myself off the sofa. I returned to the comfort of my desk chair. "When is the auction

night" Angelo

information. Ensure he becomes the highest bidder. I instructed firmly, my mind already shifting gears to the next task at hand. Sitting down at my desk. I gazed at the newly framed pictures of Lily and

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

spend it with her, I informed him, a hint of anticipation in my voice, haking his head in concern, he rushed back to my

at his caution. I returned my focus to the laptop screen. "I'm simply being there for her birthday and to spend time with my kids. Let's not be ridiculous, I dismissed his concerns. acknowledgment. Angelo turned and made his way

assured before stepping out and closing the

boys. Tracing my 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

chimed with a text from

collect the customized jewelry I had ordered for Lily. However, the persistent presence of paparazzi made the task more challenging. They kept snapping pictures of

up my order and made my

my staff about her access had been ignored. It seemed they assumed that as my spouse, she now had

the house, I discovered her in 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 the news informed me that you were out jewelry shopping Her

not

get me a gift," she sneered. "I mean, I practically had to

presence. "What are

head detantly, her Eats clenched at her sides. "Do I look like a joke to you?