Chapter 8 Going to Seek Him

No woman can play tricks with him.

Whether it's intentionally evading or teasing, the rules of love and games can only be determined by him.

Before Lilian can react, the Rolls-Royce has already sped away.

*What did he say? She will come begging him? What a joke! No way she's going to beg him!*

The care drove away too quickly for her to go up to it and kick it, to vent her anger. This car drives...

Too quickly, otherwise she would most likely go up and kick again to vent her anger.

But threeThree days later, Lilian unexpectedly appeared at the Lombardi family villa, a move that made her want to slap herself.

SheBut she had no choice, just like Vincenzo firmly believed, she came to beg him.

Both Coco's VL Film Company and the economic company behind Korean star ELA filed a lawsuit against AK Weekly Magazine at the same time. Regardless of whether they win or not, the legal fees alone are were enough to suffocate.

When her Aunt took the money, she smiled happily, but now she doesn't didn’t want to give back a penny of it. She even threatened to divorce her Uncle.

Her Uuncle's mild personality careds more about this family than anything else. If this family really falls fell apart, she doesn't wouldn’t know what he will become. She can only do her best to help him save the magazine....

And there is obviously only one person who can turn the tide - Vincenzo.

Sitting on the soft sofa in the hall, Lilian glanced at her wristwatch, becoming increasingly anxious. From seven in the morning until ten at night, Vincenzo still hadn't returned.

Chapter Eight: Going to Seek Him

At first, she thought he was just a wealthy young masterplayboy, but she didn't expect his background to be so powerful. If she had known earlier that he was deeply involved in the mafia, she wouldn't have agreed to that equivalent equal exchange.

*To be a mistress.**..*

He had set a trap for her from the beginning.

He skillfully manipulated the fishing line, and she foolishly took the bait.

A man with sinister intentions.

Lilian cursed silently in her heart, changing her sitting position once again on the sofa in the hall. The servant, Maria, served her another cup of tea politely and askedadvised her, "Miss Scott, Mr. Lombardi's return time is often unpredictable. He is very busy with ‘family’ matters."

Implicitly, it meant that waiting further was meaningless.

Lilian understood that if she didn't leave, these servants wouldn't be able to sleep either.

"In that case, I'll come back tomorrow to wait for him," Lilian politely smiled and stood up to leave.

Having waited for several days in a row, Lilian still hadn't seen Vincenzo. With the court date approaching, her uncle became increasingly anxious about the lawsuit, causing his hair to thin even more.

Just because she didn't go to him on Tuesday night, Vincenzo gave her such a difficult task.

*Petty-minded man.*

When Lilian returned empty-handed once again from the Lombardi family villa, she suddenly remembered the unfamiliar number Vincenzo had called from before. She quickly found it and dialed, waiting with a hint of hope.

The call connected, but the other side remained silent.

Clenching her teeth, Lilian cleared her throat to make her voice sound gentle, "Mr. Lombardi, it's me, Lilian."

*Her voice... even she found it falsely gentle.*

There was a moment of silence from the other end before Vincenzo's cold voice came through, "I don't know you."

"..."

Lilian was speechless.

What a twisted person! Scumbag! RuffianScoundrel!

*How many girls has he raped to forget about her**?**!*

Just as she was about to say something, Vincenzo's chilling voice sounded again, "Be at XS Nightclub before eleven11 p.m.."

...

This man always used the word "roll".

*Couldn't he say something pleasant for once?!*

Lilian glanced at her watch. There were only twenty minutes left until 11 p.m.. XS Nightclub was the most luxurious entertainment club in the city, and he seemed to enjoy it.

Entering a nightclub for the first time, the roaring voices and vibrant music drowned out everything elseout.

Sexy dancers twisted and writhed on poles, their snow-white thighs illuminated by colorful lights, causing waves of screams to erupt. Men and women in the dance floor were dancing crazily.

The noise was causing Lilian's ears head to ache as she searched for Vincenzo's figure in vain.

Theis entertainment club was too big, and this Mr. Big Shotbig shot didn't even specify which floor he was on.

Just as Lilian was about to find a quieter place to make a phone call, a middle-aged man wearing a "client manager" badge approached her, "Are you Miss Scott?"

*Miss Scott?*

"Is that for me?" Lilian nodded and said, “Yes, I am.”

"Yes, I am."

"Mr. Lombardi is waiting for you in the VIP room on the eleventh floor. Please follow me." The client manager led her directly to the elevator.

Lilian entered the elevator and caught a glimpse of the client manager holding a photo, which turned out to be her from high school.

*How did he have her photo?*

*Could it be that Vincenzo, **that **a ruthless* *pervert, carries her photo with him **at **all* *the* *time**s**?*

*Lilian was chilled by her own thoughts. Vincenzo called her by name the first time they met, clearly knowing her, but why**...* *did she have no recollection at all?*

*Was her memory really that bad? *

Vincenzo had an unforgettable handsome face and a difficult-to-deal-with temperament. If she had met him and knew him, she wouldn't have forgotten him so completely.

Perplexed, Lilian stepped out of the elevator and the client manager opened the door to the VIP room. She followed him inside.

The spacious room didn't have the flashy colors like downstairs, but rather it had a sense of an upscale clubspeakeasy. There were around ten men and women sitting, the men ranging from old to young, and all the women were busty beauties.

Vincenzo sat on the central sofa, leaning back slightly, his tie pulled loose, and his shirt unbuttoned, revealing a toned chest. Two beautiful women sat closely beside him.

"Who is this uncultured unpretentious person?" The coffee table was full of various types of alcohol, and the men were drinking to the point of drunkennessintoxication. When they saw someone enter, they grumbled with dissatisfaction.

Lilian felt like an intruder, dressed in a plain sweater and jeans, she making her standstood out like a sore thumb in this room.

Lilian was hesitating whether to leave or not, but Vincenzo had already looked at her with a teasing smile, casually saying, "My woman, come over here and have a drink."

*Was he treating this like a university campus? Dressing so modestly.*

But she was smart enough to know that she had come to plead with him, otherwise her life would be even more difficult.

"Oh, it's Mr. Lombardi's guest...come, miss, sit here." A man quickly pulled open the seat next to Vincenzo's left, beckoning her to come over.

Caught in a dilemma.

Lilian took a deep breath, then smiled brightly and walked over to sit beside Vincenzo, saying, "Hello, everyone, I'm Lilian."

"Hello, Miss Scott, hello, Miss Scott." A bald man looked at Vincenzo tentatively. "Sir, you have great taste in women. Are you considering her for a movie role, or for another role?I wonder if Miss Scott's character is arranged in the sequel of 'Kill'?"

*Are they here to discuss a movie?* *Thank goodness it’s not mob business, but still, why did he* *invite her here?*

*Then why did he invite her to come?*

"My woman is not an actress," Vincenzo responded casually, leaning forward, and he drew a circle in the air with his index finger above the ice bucket on the coffee table. Then, he turned his head to Lilian, raising his eyebrows provocatively.

Lilian wasn't foolish, she knew he wanted her to drink, but there were at least ten bottles in the ice bucket.

With her shallow alcohol tolerance, she probably couldn't even drink half of them without getting drunk.

"Are you scared?" Vincenzo said with a faint intoxication.

Her His eyes gazed at herhers, and hisher tone was curt and decisive, "Not drinking?, Then get lost."

"Will you revokewithdraw the report lawsuit againston my uncle’sthe magazine if I drink, including the one about the Korean star ELA?" Lilian whispered in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

She couldn't figure out the situation.

And yet, she still had the audacity to make demands.

*Did she think she was a high and mighty rich young lady* *again**?*

Vincenzo remained silent, his expression giving away nothing away.

“This jerk!”... Lilian cursed silently as she picked up a bottle of alcohol and poured it into her mouth. The burning sensation spread across her throat, causing a faint ache.

With one bottle of alcohol down, Lilian's entire body started feeling hot.

The burning sensation from her throat to her chest tortured her in waves.

Gritting her teeth, Lilian picked up another bottle and drank from it, adopting a resolute posture. She pressed her hand against her burning chest, as if that could relieve even a bit of pain.

She downed three bottles in a row, shocking everyone. They couldn't help but applaud and start a beat, "Miss Scott! Miss Scott! WOW! Miss Scott! Miss Scott!"