Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Let Me Go, My Mafia Hushand

Chapter 77 Unexpected Encounter

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Mia was meticulously working on the interiors of an upcoming mall, he

eyes narrowing with concentration as she directed her assistants, who were diligently noting down her every word. After providing a comprehensive brief on the intricate designs and minute details, Mia glanced at her watch. Another meeting awaited, her schedule packed to the brim, leaving no room for thoughts of Alessandro or anyone else. Yet, deep down, she knew this relentless busyness was merely a facade, a feeble attempt to distract herself from the scorching presence of her husband that still lingered in her mind,

She turned her attention back to the task at hand, refocusing her thoughts on the work in front of her. "Any questions?" she asked her assistants in a brisk and authoritative tone.

"No, ma'am!" they responded in unison, their voices echoing slightly in the cavernous, unfinished space.

according to the plan and keep me updated about the progress." With one

Maria, with Vanessa clinging to his arm. The glossy photo reignited a flood of memories, each one sharper and more painful than the last. Despite her determination to remain unaffected, she felt a sharp pang of hurt and a surge of anger. The last few days they had spent together, filled with silent promises and unspoken hope, played out in her mind. He had never uttered those

here he was, back to his old ways. Mia snorted bitterly, mocking her own foolishness. How naive she, had been to believe he could change. The image of him, flirting and basking in the attention of another woman, burned in her mind. Her anger was not just directed at him but at herself for being so easily deceived by

letting out a heavy breath and closing her eyes to calm herself. The tension in her shoulders slowly eased as she reminded herself that she had more important things to think about than Alessandro Valentino. Her

I've already reached the meeting

loomed large. cast by the skeletal structures of the unfinished building. A shiver ran down her

breath and shook off the feeling of paranoia. She pulled her car out of the parking space and

spot with precision, picked up the file lying on the passenger-seat and stepped out. Locking the door with deliberate care, she took a moment to glance down at

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Thu,

77 Unexpected

to check the text from Emily again, confirming the name of the restaurant where the client awaited. As she entered the mall, the noise and bustle of an unusually large crowd hit her like a wave. Media personnel swarmed the space, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward eagerly. The air