Chapter 150 Settling Accounts
Less than two months later, I came to The Gambino Manor again.
Last time I was pretty lucky - I ran into a group of women from the family returning from shopping at the entrance of The Gambino Manor. This time, my luck was just as good.
Looking at the terrified women outside the car, I curved my lips slightly and ordered my men to stop them.
"It's you, it's you again!"
"Last time you killed my son, I'll fight you to the death!"
"Isabella! You crazy woman, what do you want now?"
I touched my ear, and Lucas said coldly beside me, "Too noisy."
Alfred, truly Lucas's most loyal subordinate, immediately taped all these women's mouths shut.
I looked up and down at The Gambino Manor's newly repaired iron gate - it looked pretty solid.
"Cole, ram the gate open."
"Yes." Cole calmly pressed the gas pedal. The roar of the engine and the loud crash of the breaking iron gate caused a commotion inside the manor.
A teenage boy, about fifteen or sixteen, was nearby and ran over angrily to see what was happening.
"Who dares to cause trouble on the Gambino family's turf? Do you have a death wish!"
Then he saw me and immediately fell silent. Two seconds later, he turned and ran, "The female devil from the Sorelli family is here again! Everyone run for your lives! Uncle Colin, help!"
Marcus pointed at his fleeing figure and laughed loudly.
The car drove into The Gambino Manor, but didn't go too far from the gate. I ordered them to stop and waited patiently.
Two minutes later, Colin walked out of the villa, barely containing his anger. "Isabella, you're too much!"
"I can be even more outrageous, believe me?" I answered with a lazy smile.
Colin didn't want to say "I believe you," and didn't dare say "I don't believe you." He took two deep breaths and asked, "What do you want this time?"
"I'm looking for Michelle."
Colin took another deep breath, then turned his head and yelled at the family members hiding inside the villa entrance, too scared to come out, "Michelle! Where are you? Get out here now!"
"I'm here." Michelle didn't keep everyone waiting long.
Her expression was calm, revealing nothing of her inner emotions. I noticed Michelle had lost weight. Although she was still well-dressed, wearing a designer dress and coat, expensive low-heeled leather shoes, an expensive watch on her wrist and necklace around her neck, her refined makeup couldn't hide her tired appearance.
She stood with her back straight, her sharp gaze fixed on me. "You're looking for me?"
I gestured toward the car behind me, and Amelia was pulled out.
"Mom!"
Adrian released Amelia, and she ran crying toward Michelle. "Mom! I'm back!"
Michelle's lips trembled.
I smiled sweetly, enjoying the show before me. "Last time you caused such a scene looking for Amelia and made the Gambino family the laughingstock of the whole city, I felt bad about it. So I personally brought Amelia back. You don't need to thank me too much."
Everyone from the Gambino family was too angry at my shameless words to speak.
Marcus laughed out loud.
Lucas shook his head and said, "Amelia is the Gambino family's treasure. You went to the trouble of bringing her back, so you should at least get a thank you."
Marcus clicked his tongue. "Who wants a worthless thank you? When you do a good deed, of course you want a valuable reward!"
Lucas sincerely agreed, "Marty's right."
Marcus's face immediately darkened. "Don't call me Marty!"
Colin pointed at us, feeling we had gone too far, but couldn't get a word out for a while. Finally, he waved his hand and walked away.
Of course, he didn't go far - just back to stand by the villa entrance, leaving the large open space in front for Michelle and Amelia.
Michelle raised her hand and slapped Amelia on the head, her eyes red as she hissed, "Why did you come back?"
Amelia shrank her neck and asked aggrievedly, "Mom, didn't you miss me? Don't you want me back?"
"You caused such big trouble, why didn't you just die out there! How dare you come back!" Michelle slapped Amelia several more times - you could tell from the sound that it must have hurt.
Michelle wasn't just putting on a show. On one hand, she was genuinely angry about the trouble Amelia had caused before. On the other hand, she wanted the other family members to see her attitude.
But Amelia was about to explode with grievance. "Mom! I've been tortured and humiliated by those bitches all this time. I finally made it back, and you don't feel sorry for me at all!"
Amelia sat on the ground crying in anger.
At that moment, a disheveled old woman rushed out, staring with bloodshot eyes. With one hand she grabbed Amelia's hair and pulled her up, while the other hand slapped Amelia's face hard. "You bitch! You whore! It's all your fault my son is dead! Give me your life for my son!"
On New Year's night, a man had been beaten to death on my orders. This woman was that young man's mother.
She couldn't take revenge on me, so she could only take it out on Amelia.
"It's all your fault! You jinx! Ever since you mother and daughter showed up, the Gambino family has had nothing but bad luck!"
"Let go of me!" Amelia was stunned by the beating, but when she came to her senses, she struggled wildly and started fighting back. "Who do you think you are, daring to hit me? My father was the previous Don! The house you're living in now was left by my father to me and my mom! Without us, you'd still be in some slum somewhere! Get out! Get out of my house!"
Hearing Amelia's words, the others hiding behind the door jumped out to argue back.
"Kirk is already dead! Colin is the Don now, you mother and daughter can't hog all the inheritance!"
"Who knows what schemes you two used to trick Kirk into leaving everything to you? This house belongs to the family!"
"Colin, throw them out! They only bring us endless trouble!"
A thin man rolled twice and fell at Michelle's feet - it was Byron, someone had picked him up and thrown him out.
Amelia broke free from the woman beating her and crawled toward Michelle with her bruised and battered face. "Mom, let's throw them all out! They don't deserve the Gambino name!"
Michelle glanced in my direction. Our eyes met across the space, and after a moment she looked away. "Colin, you can't throw us out."
Colin said nothing.
I watched them argue. Although it was interesting to see Michelle and Amelia suffer, this kind of inheritance dispute definitely wouldn't be resolved today.
Michelle was unhappy, which made me happy.
After all, I sent Amelia back just to create trouble for her.
I checked the time, then looked at Marcus yawning. I raised my hand and made a gesture, and immediately someone threw Clarence's dismembered body at Michelle's feet like garbage.
The arguing stopped instantly, as if someone had pressed pause.
When they realized it was a person, and a person cut into pieces, screams rose one after another.
Amelia screamed especially loudly - because Clarence's body had been taken from the trunk of the car she had ridden in, and she had just found out.
She hugged Michelle tightly. Michelle tried to shake her off but couldn't. Her neat hairstyle was messed up, her coat wrinkled - she looked quite disheveled.
Colin was also startled and asked me coldly, "Isabella, what's the meaning of this?"
"You don't know this person, but Michelle and Amelia definitely do." I was very satisfied with the effect - this "gift" was perfect!
"This person is called Clarence. He was a hitman who wanted to kill me." I spoke unhurriedly. "I came here today to tell you all - anyone who wants to kill me - this is what happens to them!"