The billionaire's only desire-Chapter 79: Billionaire Club Gala party part 7

Maya pretended to be gloating over the food at the buffet table while the two men continued to talk about Vico, unaware that Maya was intruding on their conversation

"Vico is the most powerful mafia boss alive, even more powerful than Dalton Black."

Maya’s eyes flicker with interest at the word ’Mafia’. She suddenly remembered Aunt Lily rambling about Fredrick Hathaway getting involved with a dangerous man. Vico is definitely the man Aunt Lily was referring to!

"Things have gotten interesting! We are tired of Dalton Black’s dominance.Finally, a new power has emerged to overthrow him!"

Maya snifts, this man must be bluffing. No man is more powerful than Dalton. She has such faith in the power that Dalton is welding.

" I heard from an acquaintance. Vico is Dalton Black’s enemy. He murdered his father. It is going to be a blood bath if Vico and Dalton Black crash!"

So Vico is the man who murdered Dalton’s father and kidnapped him and Aiden. Maya was outraged on Dalton’s behalf. She hopes Dalton crashes him!

"It has been 23 years since Vico was last seen. Now that he is rumored to have returned, I am curious when he will reveal his face to the world. "

Maya paused 23 years? That’s her age!

"I know where is doing his under the shadows operations. " They abruptly shifted away from the buffet table.

Maya quickly follows them quietly, curious about where this Vico guy is carrying out his operation.

Unfortunately, three women blocked Maya’s path and she lost the men.

"Shit!" She cursed in her head and hissed. These pests have prevented her from hearing vital information.

"How much he is paying you to be his date for the night?" one woman inquired.

Maya blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf?" A second woman sniggers.

Maya opts to ignore them. They are not worth arguing with. She was walking away when one of them grabbed her arm.

"Bitch, you! "We were talking to you!"

"Who gave you the permission to touch her!" A hand yanks the woman’s hand off Maya’s arm.

"Dalton black!" The women shiver, fear gripping their entire face.

"I am sorry!" The woman who touched Maya cries out, her eyes filled with frightened tears.

"I will find out your names and take away whatever company your Family has, leaving you bankrupt!" Dalton threatened, his voice thundering, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

"No, please, forgive us; we did not realize she was your girlfriend!"

"Get lost!" Dalton barked at them.

They flee in fear.

"Wow, are you really going to take away their families’ businesses?" Maya asked in awe.

Dalton nods. "I am the ’Company Eater for a reason."

Maya laughed briefly, snaking her hand around Dalton’s arm. "Isn’t that too much of a punishment?"

"I should have threatened to do worse. From now on, I will not anyone who disrespects you get away with it."

Maya was stumped on what to say. He is becoming overprotective again and she kind of like it.

"Uhh, is the poker game over? And where are your brothers?" Maya looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of them

"No...."

"Mr. Black, are you not going to introduce the girl who finally managed to capture the almighty Company Eater’s heart?" A sophisticated woman in red spoke

She was on the arm of a hefty man.

"Mrs. Wilson, this is Maya DeLuca, the love of my life. Dalton heartily introduced her.

Maya’s heart sang. "The love of his life, huh?"

"Maya, lovely. " Mrs Wilson addressed Maya as if they were longtime friends. "Your gown is stunning."

Maya cast a glance at her gown. The gown is made of iridescent sequins and features a sheer cutout on both sides as well as a sheath skirt that accentuates Maya’s curvy body. Complete with a daring thigh-high slit and a sweeping train. It was indeed stunning.

"Thank you. Red looks good on you, " Maya complimented Mrs. Wilson.

Mrs. Wilson curt a ladylike nod. " Maya, what do you do for a living? Or you are just squandering your man’s money like I am doing." She giggles.

"I’m a chef," Maya said with pride.

"Oh, wonderful." Mrs. Wilson’s eyes gleam with intrigue. "What is the name of your restaurant? We might try your food someday."

"I’m yet to own my own restaurant. But I work as a sous chef in a five-star restaurant."

"What? That is so beneath a beautiful woman like you. It is insulting that you are an employee." The hefty man. Mr. Wilson breaks his silence, joining the conversation. Maya wished he had kept his mouth still shut. He is undermining her job!

"Dalton, you should open a global restaurant chain for..."

Maya intercepts him. "Dalton would love to do that, but I am not allowing it. I will open up my own restaurant by myself and possibly a chain when I have enough funds to do so. " She tried to sound calm but instead came across as aggressive and defensive.

Mrs. Wilson sipped her champagne and glazed over Maya. "Wow, I admire hardworking women like you, but he still needs to buy you designer shoes, clothes, and, bags, jewelry. And take you on luxurious vacations. Do not be too independent, Miss Independence."

Maya burst out laughing. She likes Mrs. Wilson. She is beautiful and charming; she must be her age. And she is way out of her husband, Mr. Wilson’s league. Who looks 20 years her senior. She clearly married him for money.

"A hardworking, stubborn woman, a perfect match for you, Dalton," Mr. Wilson piped up boisterously.

Dalton looked into Maya’s eyes. "My perfect woman," he whispered. And she smiled brightly, filled with love.

"Why don’t we go discuss some important business while the ladies chit-chat?" Mr. Wilson suddenly proposed. His demeanor totally changed, and Dalton immediately caught it as he also became more sullen.

"Take the lead," Dalton stated. "I will be back soon," he said, kissing Maya on the temple before following Mr. Wilson back upstairs.

"Maya, you look so tense. Lighten up!" Mrs. Wilson remarks. "They are just going to have a boring business meeting. My husband wants Dalton to return something he took from him. "

Mrs. Wilson’s words heightened Maya’s suspicion; she sensed trouble.

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