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.

progress." With one last command, she concluded her

she hurriedly gathered her things, her eyes caught sight of a magazine on a nearby table. Alessandro's. striking image was splashed across the cover, captured at a glamorous party thrown by 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

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

her shoulders slowly eased as she reminded herself that she had more important things to think about than Alessandro Valentino. Her phone chimed, interrupting her

the meeting venue and am waiting for

cast by the skeletal structures of the unfinished building. A shiver ran down her spine, and she glanced around, half-expecting to see someone lurking in the

strangely quiet and under-construction parking lot, Mia took a deep breath and shook off the feeling of paranoia. She pulled her car out of the parking space and drove swiftly towards the other mall, where

She maneuvered her car into a spot with precision, picked up the file lying on the passenger-seat and stepped out. Locking the door with

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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