Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 32 She Is Worth All Risks

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"Umm... Mr. Valentino, I really have to go. It's time for work, and I can't afford to miss the office," Mia nervously told the Italian don.

"Can't you take a day off?" he demanded.

"No." Mia shook her head firmly.

Alessandro sighed. "Alright. Will you come in the evening?"

"If you behave properly, listen to the doctors, take your medicine, and eat on time," Mia countered, setting her conditions.

"Then you will return to me?!" he asked, looking at Mia hopelessly.

Mia's heart fluttered with unfamiliar emotions, making her even more nervous. This man was dangerously charming and knew how to flirt to get a woman to agree to his demands, but she was an exception.

"I will think about it," Mia replied flatly, standing up and gathering her belongings before leaving.

When Mia arrived at her office, her head was heavy with the workload and stress Alessandro Valentino had piled on her. Eager to dive into her tasks, she was taken aback by the unusual atmosphere. Murmurs filled the spacious office hall, and everyone seemed engrossed in something on their phones.

"What's going on, guys?" Mia's annoyed tone cut through the murmuring, instantly commanding everyone's attention. "Get back to work," she commanded firmly before. retreating to her office cabin.

Emily, sensing her boss's foul mood, hurried after her.

"What's happening?" Mia asked, tossing her handbag on the desk and booting computer.

"Haven't you heard today's news?" Emily asked with wide eyes.

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Mia groaned, scrunching her nose. She hadn't had a moment to herself since Alessandro. Valentino had begun demanding her undivided attention as if she were his personal caretaker.

"No. Now, are you going to tell me?" Mia snapped impatiently.

Reginald Fairfax Wentworth was found dead an hour ago," Emily informed, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and disbelief.

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What? Mia exclaimed, her heart racing as she absorbed the shocking news,

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"Yes, he was shot in the head." Emily explained, her voice tinged with sadness and unease.

"Who could have done such a thing?" Mia whispered, her mind racing with unanswered questions.

"No idea." Emily replied, shrugging helplessly. "But they're saying it was the work of some mafia."

"Huh!" Mia gasped. "Why would the mafia want to kill him?"

"He must have somehow crossed them," Emily mused thoughtfully.

"Whatever." Mia shook her head, trying to refocus. She glanced at her screen and began opening some emails.

"What's on today's schedule?" Mia asked, trying to distract herself from the unsettling news.

"You have a meeting with the supplier before lunch, and then I cleared your schedule as you asked, so you can work uninterrupted. However, you have an appointment with Lord Alexander in the evening." Emily explained, maintaining her composure despite Mia's annoyed expression.

Mia's eyes flicked towards Emily in irritation.

"I know you said to clear the evening schedule as well, but he insisted and I couldn't refuse him," Emily continued, a blush tinting her cheeks. "You know he's a royal, and I can't afford to disrespect him."

Mia rolled her eyes, well aware of Emily's crush on the duke.

"Fine, remind me about this meeting in the evening," Mia sighed, relenting.

"Yes, boss!" Emily grinned brightly, pleased with herself.

She relished the chance to attend prestigious events, especially those favored by the duke. As Mia's assistant, she relished the opportunity to accompany her to such events and locations. It was a perk of the job that Emily truly loved.

"By the way, what happened to you?" Emily asked curiously. "I've never seen you in such a bad mood," she commented.

Mia shook her head, taking a deep breath.

"Spend a day with Alessandro Valentino and you'll know," she murmured softly, her voice filled with the weight of past struggles. Only she knew how she had endured those three years, yet even a few hours with him felt unbearable.

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"Where were you, Alessandro Matteo asked with frustration, his tone laden with concern.

This big, bad mafia king was impossible and stubborn. Alessandro was supposed to be resting, yet here he was, returning with his entourage of bodyguards in tow.

Just then. Matteo's attention was drawn to the television news. The unfortunate death of the famous interior designer Reginald Fairfax Wentworth flashed across the screen in bold headlines Matteo's panicked eyes snapped toward Alessandro as he walked past, quietly making his way to his room. Alessandro winced slightly as he shrugged off his suit jacket, revealing blood seeping through the white shirt on his tight shoulder. Concern etched deeply into Matteo's face, he stepped forward to offer his support and help Alessandro remove the jacket.

"Are you out of your mind?" Matteo whispered urgently. "If you keep appearing in public like this, your identity will be exposed sooner or later. Do you realize what can happen?" His concern was palpable.

"What are you talking about?" Alessandro furrowed his brow, taking the jacket from Matteo and heading to change before Mia arrived.

Reginald Fairfax Wentworth was shot dead, and I know it was you, wan's it?" Matteo sighed

heavily, his frustration evident in his tone.

"So?!" Alessandro retorted casually.

"Why are you risking everything for a woman?" Matteo accused, trying to make Alessandro see the gravity of his actions.

However, Alessandro remained silent, not considering it necessary to answer and his silence only served to fuel Matteo's frustration. But Matteo knew he couldn't force the Italian don to give answers.

"I just want you to be safe, Alessandro. I hope she's worth all this risk," Matteo muttered under his breath before turning and leaving the room.

Alessandro stared at the closed door, exhaling sharply.

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