His soul-Chapter 385: Angry wife

"What’s the time now?"

Martin, who was tidying up the scattered papers on the table, immediately turned to Massimo who had just spoken.

"Nearly three o’clock in the afternoon, sir."

Martin’s answer immediately made Massimo wake up, his eyes still red, staring at Martin disapprovingly. "Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?"

"You just slept at ten in the morning after staying up all night with the others, sir. I didn’t dare to wake you up, moreover you look sound asleep. I don’t have the guts to disturb your rest time," Martin explained carefully, explaining why he didn’t let Massimo sleep more.

Massimo immediately massaged his sore forehead, Martin’s explanation was like a bunch of coding that had been bothering him since last night.

"Are you all right, sir?" asked Martin worriedly.

Massimo nodded slowly. "Yeah, I just still feel a little dizzy. Looks like I really didn’t get enough sleep."

"You need Thomas, sir?"

Massimo’s lips thinned. "I need my wife, not Thomas."

Martin’s worried face immediately changed when he heard his master’s words, as a mature man Martin understood where Massimo was talking at this time.

"Shall we go home now, sir?"

"No," said Massimo quickly. "I want to clean my body first, my wife will be furious if she smells this damn cigarette on me."

Martin chuckled. Knowing his job well, Martin walked over to the small cupboard by the cupboard for Massimo’s favorite drink. As soon as he turned around, Martin had in his hands a set of unused toiletries and Massimo’s clean towels and underwear.

"Please, sir."

Without speaking Massimo grabbed the things that were in Martin’s hands, seconds after the man walked towards his private bathroom which was always clean while yawning. Only five hours of sleep after having stayed up all night with such a dizzying job, made Massimo still sleepy. If it weren’t for the fact that he missed Gina, maybe Massimo was still curled up on the sofa until the afternoon.

After the master entered the bathroom, Martin immediately continued his pending work of tidying up the papers that Massimo and the five employees from cyber security led by Leo had used last night until morning. Even though he had just returned from Victor Orlando’s residence, Martin knew what his master was doing.

"Get ready, we’re going home. Master is getting ready," Martin said quietly to Pablo who had just contacted him.

"Okay, Captain."

Martin turned off the phone with Pablo and hurried away from Massimo’s office after making sure the master’s office was tidy, when Martin had just closed the door suddenly Lupita, the provider of fantastically sexy girls to Massimo’s bar, grabbed Martin’s hand tightly.

"What is it?" As usual, Martin is always cold when dealing with pimps who are still passionate about sex at his young age.

Lupita chuckled, her eyes flickering coquettishly at Martin. "Couldn’t you be a little nicer to me, Martin?"

Martin immediately looked away, avoiding Lupita’s touch. "Watch yourself, Lupita. Remember the gun on my waist."

"Wow Wow wow." Lupita immediately removed her hand from Martin’s arm. "I was just joking, Martin. Why are you so stiff, huh?"

Martin took a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and pointed it at the skin of his hand that Lupita had previously touched, as if Lupita was a dangerous germ, Martin wiped the skin carefully and in detail. Seeing that Lupita’s anger was ignited.

"Don’t be impudent, Martin! We’re on the same side of the Master, we’re both servants!" Lupita rebuked loudly, she couldn’t accept what Martin had just done.

"Indeed, the only difference is that I serve Master with all my heart. Unlike you, who are still divided with those gigolos," Martin sneered sarcastically.

Lupita’s eyes widened. "Watch your word, Martin!"

"Shhh you have to watch your words, Master is in a bad mood," Martin warned.

Lupita immediately shut her lips tightly after hearing Martin’s words, Massimo’s anger was the thing she least wanted to see.

"Go away, I still have a lot of work to do. If you have any information, tell me," Martin said again as he landed his butt on the chair.

Bruk..

Lupita placed an adult men’s magazine in front of Martin’s desk which was next to the entrance to Massimo’s private room.

"What is this?"

Lupita smirked. "Just give it to Master, Master will know what I mean by giving him the magazine."

As an educated person and accustomed to a disciplined life since childhood, Martin is very aware of his position, the eyes behind the glasses are moving to observe the image of a sexy model who is on the rise on the cover of a magazine.

"If you’re curious, just open it," Lupita teased in between giggles.

Aware of his carelessness, Martin returned his focus to Lupita who was still standing one meter in front of him. "done?"

"Eh?"

"Your business is done, isn’t it? If yes, leave me quickly, the cheap perfume you wear makes me sick," Martin said coldly expressionlessly. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Damn you, Martin. This perfume costs more than $ 2000 just so you know, everyone loves it. You’re the only one protesting," replied Lupita annoyed, she didn’t accept that her favorite perfume was called cheap by Martin.

Martin smiled sarcastically. "It’s only the gigolos who like the smell of your perfume, right?"

"Fuck you, Martin. Talking to you really wastes a lot of my energy and time," Lupita screamed loudly, forgetting where she was right now. Without saying a word, Lupita then walked towards the elevator to return to the floor where she reigned. The floor was a gathering place for beautiful girls who she trained well to be shrewd in carrying out their duties, serving the philandering boys who came to Red Devil to squander their money.

Seeing Lupita leave Martin shook his head, Martin really had a hard time dealing with the forty-five year old woman. While spraying the air conditioner, Martin’s attention was immediately drawn to the magazine lying in front of him. Not wanting to expose the magazine to the splash of water he had just sprayed into the air, Martin swiftly pulled the magazine off the table.

"What is that thing you’re protecting, Martin?"

Massimo’s baritone voice could be heard clearly in Martin’s ears, suddenly Martin turned to the master who had just left his room with a very fresh face, much better than a few minutes ago when the man had just woken up.

"The magazine Lupita gave me, sir," replied Martin politely as he held out the magazine to Massimo with his head slightly lowered.

Massimo’s eyes narrowed at the photo of the model on the cover of the magazine. "Nope, I’m not interested. Just for you."

"But Lupita said you would..."

"I don’t have to repeat, do I?"

Martin immediately lowered his head deeply, the words that had just escaped Massimo’s lips really made him not dare to look up again.

"I already have a very beautiful wife, I don’t need the magazine anymore. You can enjoy yourself, Martin," added Massimo again.

"Okay sir, I’ll keep it," Martin answered quickly.

Massimo smiled. "Come on, let’s go home, I really can’t wait to meet my wife," said Massimo as he walked quickly to the elevator that had been opened by one of the bodyguards.

Without speaking, Martin immediately followed behind Massimo into the elevator that could accommodate eight people, from where he stood Massimo smiled slightly when he saw Martin still holding the magazine Lupita had given him. Massimo never cared about all the things that Lupita gave him, considering the woman’s track record made Massimo build a high wall of separation between himself and Lupita.

The only reason that made Massimo still want to meet with Lupita until now was purely a work problem, because honestly since Lupita joined him helping him grow his bar and casino business his income had skyrocketed. With unquestionable abilities, Lupita managed to turn the beautiful girls she recruited into other Massimo money-making machines.

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"My love..."

"Don’t talk, I don’t want to talk to you!"

Massimo sighed. "It’s been almost thirty minutes you silenced me like this, can’t you get over the punishment? I can’t, honey. I miss you so much, I want to hug you, baby."

"Crap!"

Oh, God.

Seducing a woman who was sulking was the most difficult thing Massimo del Cano could not do.

With a face that was already very panicked, Massimo looked up at Gina who was standing on the steps.

"My love."

"Who are you calling My love, huh?"

"Oh my God, there’s only one woman I love in this world since I didn’t even know her name when she just came to the Sanders house seven years ago and that woman’s name is Georgina Sanders ups no, her name is Georgina del Cano, my beloved wife," said Massimo. hoarse with a look of pity that is not fabricated.

Tch

Gina pursed her lips glared at Massimo kneeling beneath it, thirty minutes ago when she had just finished making black tea in the pantry surprisingly Massimo appear and immediately hugged her without saying a word of apology or at least giving plausible reasons why he was up to no home last night.

"Who is she?" Gina’s accusations are reckless.

Massimo raised one eyebrow. "Woman? Which woman?"

"The woman who kept you from coming home last night," Gina said curtly, her breath rising and falling showing how much anger she had right now. After a day filled with crazy thoughts about Massimo and his other women it was really hard for Gina to calm down.

"I’m at the office, honey. Martin and I and a few workers from cyber security worked until eight o’clock this morning at Red Devil, how can you accuse me of something like this?"

Gina’s eyes narrowed, trying to read the expression Massimo was making.

"For God’s sake I’m telling the truth, if you don’t believe I can call Martin ah no, I’m sure you won’t believe it if Martin talks. I will call the five people from cyber security to..."

"What happened? have to call someone from cyber security?" Gina immediately cut off Massimo’s words quickly.

"There are people who are trying to harass me, my dear. But don’t worry, everything has been sorted out. Even the person who kept me from sleeping all night has received a reward," said Massimo softly, his gaze as gentle as his gaze on Gina, who seemed no longer angry with him.

Gina didn’t immediately comment on Massimo’s words, her brain was processing the sentence that just came out of Massimo’s lips. The detective soul of an angry wife appears and Gina doesn’t notice it.

"What’s the big deal?" asked Gina subconsciously.

Massimo shook his head. "It’s all over, honey. The money they took has gone back to the company account too."

"Money? That guy stole the company’s money, right?"

"20 million dollars they took."

"What? 20 million dollars?" Gina shouted loudly, even though she was a Sanders but so far Gina had never seen that kind of money. Raised in a simple lifestyle by her mother for many years in London, Gina felt she didn’t need that much money in her savings. Even the credit card without the limit given by her father has never been used until now. "They took a lot."

Massimo smiled a little. "20 million dollars isn’t much for me, honey."

"Tsk, how arrogant!"

"I’m talking facts, my dear..."

"Well then, I’m going to my room. My eyes hurt," said Gina carelessly cutting Massimo’s words.

Massimo’s expression immediately changed. "What’s with your eyes, Gina?" Typical of Massimo, when he is angry, his call for Gina changes. Not call her affectionate names anymore, but immediately say her name.

Gina who had turned around immediately turned to Massimo. "Why ask me? Ask yourself that you’ve been keeping me up most of the night waiting for you to never come home, without a word, without a message. You think I’ll be fine if you do that, huh?"

Continued