Chapter 47
Of course, Kane wouldn't tell his cupcake right now that he'd been quietly watching over her for a very long time.
Why did Sonya receive that delicate cupcake back then? Hadn't Sonya ever wondered about that?
He was the one who bought it and secretly left it at their doorstep.
Back then, when young Sonya clasped her hands together and solemnly made her birthday wish, Kane had already quietly committed it to memory.
In fact, over all these years, Kane remembered every single wish Sonya had made.
Kane planned to fulfill all those wishes he'd secretly overheard, one by one.
But these were all surprises, so naturally, he couldn't tell Sonya right away.
I looked at Kane, who was clearly not telling the whole truth, and pouted unhappily.
"You said you wouldn't lie to me."
Kane raised his eyebrows, his tone playful. "I really didn't lie to you."
That made me even angrier. I simply turned my head away, ignoring Kane. Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled into a warm embrace.
I looked up in surprise to find it was Kane.
He looked down at me, his tone somewhat coaxing.
"If your Lord hadn't told me, how would I know about your past?"
Kane's words made me fall into thought again.
That was many years ago. If Kane hadn't brought it up, I would have completely forgotten about it myself.
Looking into Kane's deep eyes, I finally sighed.
Maybe my Lord really did think my life had been too hard, so he told Kane about it in a dream.
I turned around and buried my head in Kane's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, my voice carrying a hint of unease.
"I hope you'll never lie to me."
Kane's tone took on a touch of solemnity as he promised, word by word. "Of course I won't lie to you."
Hearing this, my mood brightened considerably, and I opened my arms to hug Kane's waist.
As Kane and I were quietly embracing, the conference room door opened, and Bertley gave an awkward cough.
"It's about time. How about we go have lunch together?"
Only then did I come back to my senses. My stomach was a bit hungry.
I lowered my head, touching my stomach, then looked up at Kane's face.
Kane nodded with a smile and pulled me up from my seat.
"Alright, let's go eat."
This outfit was meant for accompanying Kane to the party anyway.
Arriving at the restaurant, I couldn't help but clutch my dress tightly.
This was a high-end establishment that basically everyone in our city knew about. To dine here, you first had to become a member.
And to become a member, you had to deposit a million first.
Kane immediately noticed my nervousness. He turned to look at me, smiling as he said, "This restaurant is also under my name. You can think of it as our manor, no need to be nervous."
Hearing Kane say this, some of my tension eased. I took his arm and followed him into a private room.
Three people were sitting inside, all of whom looked somewhat intimidating.
One of them, a man around forty years old, glanced at me and smirked. Only then did I notice a scar above his lip, which looked terrifying.
I couldn't help but move closer to Kane.
Before Kane could speak, the man spoke first.
"Kane, this woman you brought this time is a bit off. She's from the slums, and that quality about her really doesn't belong at the table."
This man was mocking me right in front of Kane, which meant his status must be quite significant.
I bit my lip and met his gaze directly.
Even though Kane had told me before that all that talk about not embarrassing him was just to comfort me, I still didn't want to actually embarrass Kane.
Since he looked down on me, I had to perform even better.
"Uncle Keith, if I'm not mistaken, you lost three partnerships last month, causing losses of over a hundred million." Kane's tone was icy, even carrying a hint of mockery.
Being called out like this in public, Keith was clearly angry.
"That's because they set a trap for me. If you hadn't offended so many people normally, why would anyone target me?"
Watching Keith's indignant expression, Kane calmly led me to the head seat. He first served me a bowl of soup, telling me to drink it slowly.
Only then did he lift his eyelids, looking at Keith casually, his tone full of disdain and warning.
"I seem to recall telling you before not to do business outside using the Moretti Family name. Now, how should we account for the losses you've brought to the family?"
Never mind Keith, who was being directly questioned - even sitting beside Kane, I felt nervous hearing these words.
Keith visibly panicked a bit.
Then he stiffened his neck, his tone carrying that manipulative quality of an elder.
"No matter what, I'm still your uncle. The Moretti Family only got to where it is today through my and your father's hard work. Are you really going to blame me?"
This statement made Kane laugh. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes filled with endless contempt and mockery.
"So that's what you think - that because you've helped the Moretti Family, I won't make any moves against you, right?"
After he said this, the entire private room fell silent. Everyone stared intently at Kane, except for me, quietly drinking my soup.
The soup really was quite good. It must have been beef broth simmered for a long time.
With the fresh, sweet, and sour taste of tomatoes, it nicely cut through the greasiness of the beef fat.
I drank contentedly, completely unaware that the others' gazes toward me were becoming increasingly strange.
"Uncle Keith, no matter who you are, if you make your living in a mafia family, then you need to pay for your mistakes."
Kane snapped his fingers, and before I could react, Bandel rushed in with his men. Several men in black directly pressed Keith down on the table.
Keith struggled desperately, his eyes, somewhat similar to Kane's, filled with hatred and rage.
"Kane, if you dare touch me, I'll make sure you die a terrible death."
But Kane didn't care about his threats at all, just nodding at Bandel.
At Bandel's command, the men in black he brought grabbed Keith from his chair and slammed him against the wall.
The man's muscular arm pressed hard against Keith's throat.
I watched as Keith's face changed from flushed red with anger to a purple color from lack of oxygen.
My hand holding the spoon couldn't help but tighten.
Was Kane really going to get rid of his own uncle?
I couldn't help feeling scared. So this was how cold and ruthless Kane was when dealing with others, yet he was so gentle with me.
I unconsciously glanced at Kane beside me.
Kane happened to be looking at me too.
He seemed to see through my thoughts, lowering his voice to ask softly, "Are you afraid of me?"