Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)

Chapter 176 Playboy Attorney Finished

Emily had a meeting with a client who requested to meet her at a five-star hotel in the evening. Although it was after regular working hours, Emily was accustomed to meeting special clients in the hope of securing prominent business deals and building a good reputation for the company. She had seen Mia do the same, often disregarding working hours, as it was ultimately the business that mattered. Sometimes, important clients traveled from across the country and could only meet at night due to their schedules, so this wasn't unusual. Emily prepared all her talking points for the meeting and headed to the hotel.

When she arrived at the hotel, Emily took out her phone from her purse and texted the person to confirm the location. He texted back, saying he was waiting by the bar. Emily put her phone in her purse again and headed straight toward the bar. While walking and observing her surroundings, her attention was caught by a familiar figure- Matteo Vinci!

Sitting in a dimly lit private corner, the infamous attorney was accompanied by a hot, attractive woman clinging to his arm. The woman's dress was provocative, barely covering her curves. Her cleavage was on full display, and her round butt cheeks were spilling out of the short hem of her glittery dress. It seemed Matteo Vinci was enjoying it thoroughly. Emily rolled her eyes as she noticed the attorney's hands all over the woman's butt, his hungry gaze fixed on her exposed cleavage. She shook her head, ignoring him and choosing to mind her own business as she scanned the room to spot her client.

"Miss Yang!" A deep, husky voice caught her attention, and she sighed under her breath before forcing a polite, fake smile onto her face. She turned to face the playboy attorney.

"Mr. Vinci!" she said with a tone of mockery, deliberately glancing between the woman and the attorney. Matteo merely smirked and made no move to remove the girl from his lap. "What are you doing here at this hour?" he asked with an amused tone, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe.

Emily felt a wave of self-consciousness as she adjusted her outfit for the business meeting. She wore a crisp white button-up shirt tucked neatly into tailored black business pants, opting for a patterned silk scarf loosely draped around her neck instead of a tie. Her polished black leather shoes and matching leather briefcase, holding all her papers and files, completed the professional look. Still, she couldn't help but feel a bit awkward, especially in contrast to the sexy woman sitting effortlessly on Matteo's lap.

"Come join us," he offered after a long, deliberate look at Emily, clearly more captivated by her than the gorgeous woman draped across his lap.

"Babe?!" The woman on Matteo's lap whined, her voice dripping with annoyance at his invitation to Emily. However, Matteo seemed unfazed by her irritation, his gaze remaining firmly fixed on Emily

"Thanks, Mr. Vinci. But I am fine," Emily snorted, waving her hand dismissively. "You seem pretty busy with your date, and I'm here for an official meeting," she added with a smile.

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"Oh, that's so sad," Matteo sighed with an exaggerated expression of sadness, making Emily shake her head in frustration at his terrible acting.

See you later, Mr. Vinci," she muttered, walking away.

"See you later, Miss Yang, Matteo murmured, disappointment creeping into his voice and just like that his interest in the hot chick on his lap quickly faded.

Emily walked straight to the bar, searching for her client. She texted him again, unable to locate him after scanning the area carefully Immarience surped within her as she checked her wristwatch

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Chapter 176 Playboy Attorney

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"Emily!" A familiar, dreaded voice called from behind, sending a chill down her spine. She recognized that voice all too well- it belonged to the person who had been her worst nightmare. The same person was responsible for the downfall of both her career and life. Composing herself, she quickly turned on her heel to face her ex-husband, Tomas Bradford, the wealthy and renowned doctor.

"Finally! You are here!" Tomas smirked cunningly.

"What are you doing here?" Emily hissed with annoyance.

"Ah, sweetheart, you still haven't figured it out?" he said mockingly. "I'm the client you're here to see, baby," he whispered seductively.

Emily's mouth dropped open in shock. "You... you tricked me with a fake name and business proposal?!" she gasped, panting with rage as anger and frustration coursed through her veins.

"You're still so naive," he chuckled, stepping closer and extending his hand to touch her cheek.

Emily slapped his hand away. "What do you want from me now?" she asked, staring him down with a stern voice.

"Take the case down from the court that you've filed recently. It's hurting me, Emily. I was your husband; you loved me. How can you ruin my career? They're threatening to take away my practice license." Tomas gritted out with a venomous tone. "That's what you deserve for killing my parents. I won't sit back until I make you pay for your sins, you asshole!" she spat out with bitterness.

"You bitch!" Tomas yelled in fury, flinging his hand to slap Emily hard across the face. But his hand was halted in mid-air by a stronger hand gripping his wrist tightly.

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