The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 131: Would Eduardo Want To See Marcello?

Chapter 131: Would Eduardo Want To See Marcello?

David stood outside the room for over an hour. His legs were starting to ache, but the pain wasn’t compared to his urge to know what Fabio was discussing with Eduardo in the room.

He wished he could just open the door a little and eavesdrop on their conversation.

’Could it be about me? Does he want to replace me with someone else?’

David rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants as he looked left and right, before stretching his hand over the door handle. Before he could touch it, he saw it twist open. He withdrew his hand and stood properly.

The door opened and Fabio walked out with a pleased look on his face. David’s eyes went straight to the bed, where Eduardo was asleep.

’Could it be that they chatted on his bed till the young master fell asleep?’

He wondered.

The door closed and Fabio smiled at David.

"Good work, today. You should have some rest so you’ll work harder tomorrow" he waved as he walked away.

Just like that, he was gone. David was unable to find out what that pill was for and what happened in the room with Eduardo.

He let out a sigh as the other guards came to stand in front of Eduardo’s room, and he left.

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Towards noon, the next day, the designer came. He was led to Eduardo’s room. He held his bag tightly and kept adjusting his glasses. He looked around the house nervously. It was his first time heading up to the third floor. He always made his stop at the second floor where he got Antonio’s measurements.

The door opened and Eduardo stood tall in front of him. He knew the designer was arriving, so he just wore a long pant and a robe. His chest was wide open, as he lowered his head to look at the short designer.

"Uh... Your nose is bleeding" he said to him.

The designer hurriedly brought out his handkerchief to clean his nose, while David entered the room to have a chat with him since Fabio wasn’t around.

"Good morning, young master" he greeted.

"Ah....good morning" he replied, wearing a simple look on his face.

"Did something happen last night?" He asked.

"Huh? Like what?" He asked, folding his hands. The designer had already wiped his nose and started bringing out his notepad and measuring tape.

"Did anyone enter the room last night? Did you discuss anything with anyone?" David asked, raising his eyebrows.

"No. I didn’t see anyone" he replied and walked away from David to get his body measured. The designer shoved some tissues into his nostrils so he wouldn’t bleed anymore. His hands were trembling as he touched Eduardo’s skin. He was too short that he couldn’t reach his shoulders.

"Should I bend?" Eduardo asked him, softly.

He nodded, with his blushed cheek. He wrapped his hands around him to get his waist measurement. His cheek was still red, even as he hugged Eduardo with the tape.

"I’m... done" he cleared his throat and gave him a catalogue to pick any designs that he might like.

Eduardo flipped through the pages, ticking the ones he liked. He also saw some shoes and other accessories. While he was doing all of that, David behind him couldn’t stop thinking about what Eduardo said to him.

’No one entered his room. Then, what did Fabio do throughout his time in the room? I should have peeped at him when I had the chance. I just have to wait for him to make the next move. I’ll make sure I catch him red-handed!’

He gritted his teeth.

The designer exchanged numbers with Eduardo and finally left, with his bleeding nose.

"Ah! I forgot to tell him to visit the hospital. He must be sick since he bled throughout his time here" he shook his head innocently.

David slapped his forehead, disappointedly, seeing how Eduardo kept on underestimating his beauty.

"You have three days till the birthday party. Do you want me to make any preparations?" He asked. Eduardo rubbed his chin, thinking of something.

"Father said to be careful not to kill him. I just have to use one weapon. A crowbar should do the trick" He said.

"A crowbar? Uh... Alright, do you need anything else?" He asked.

"And a birthday present... Probably a wheelchair since I’ll be breaking a few bones" Eduardo grinned as he gazed outside the window.

David gulped the emptiness in his mouth before nodding.

"I’ll make arrangements for them immediately," he said.

Eduardo smiled and turned around to put on his robe, which he had taken off earlier for the designer to measure his body. David’s eyes widened as he saw a red mark on his back. He reached for it and brushed his thumb over it. Eduardo felt his cold fingers brushing against his body.

He flinched and turned to stare at David.

"What are you doing?"

"There’s something on your back. Something bit you" he said.

Eduardo tried to look at it through the mirror, but he couldn’t see it.

"Maybe it’s a mosquito. I left the window opened" he scratched the back of his head, not minding it.

"Ah, yes. It must be a mosquito," David said, furrowing his eyebrows. He was sure it wasn’t a mosquito. He can recognise that mark anywhere since he has woken up several times to see it on his body as he grew up.

His stepfather was always leaving kiss marks all over his body after sneaking into his room. David took one last glance at the mark. It was redder than normal. He was sure Fabio must have done it last night when he visited.

Eduardo shouldn’t have woken up when someone sneaked up on him to kiss him. But he wasn’t able to...

’Was it because of the pill? What kind of pill is that?’

He rubbed his chin, deep in thought.

"Hey, David. Are you coming or not?"

Eduardo’s voice snapped him back to reality. He stopped thinking and headed to the office with him. Eduardo spent the whole day sorting out documents and repeating the same stuff he did yesterday.

David had to replay what Eduardo wanted for the party to Fabio. It was the day Eduardo was going to make his debut, so everyone couldn’t help but get ready for it. The preparations were vast. The Ivanovs weren’t invited to the party, but he was going to attend anyway and crashed the party, just like his father wanted him to do.

Fabio noted them down on his phone.

"A crowbar and a wheelchair? My Eddy doesn’t cease to impress me" he smirked, biting his lower lips.

"Did you kiss the young master last night?" David finally asked what had been on his mind.

"Huh?" Fabio raised his head and locked eyes with David. "How did you know? Were you peeping at us?" He asked with a grin. David grabbed him by the collar and pulled him off the chair.

"How can you allow me to drug him just so you can kiss him?" He frowned.

"Why? Do you want to kiss him too? Dream on. If I find out you lay a finger on what’s mine, I’ll chop them off. Find someone else and take your eyes off Eduardo" he pushed David away and adjusted his shirt.

David gritted his teeth and stormed out immediately. He couldn’t do anything. He felt so powerless as he gazed at his bare palm.

"Fuck! If I told him what happened, I would be implicated. I shouldn’t have agreed to drug him" he grumbled.

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Meanwhile, in Italy...

"No!" The old master Diabolo’s voice echoed in the living room as he yelled at Maria after telling him her plan to make Marcello visit Eduardo.

"Please, father-in-law. Just let me take him for a visit. He’s going to return with me anyway"

"Do you think I don’t know my son? He has gone crazy just because of a man who left him. He’ll never want to return if he sees that blonde brat one more time. Besides, are you even sure that blondie would want to see my son? He’s the one who left after all" he sipped from his glass of alcohol as he diverted his gaze from Maria.

Maria already thought of that, but it wouldn’t hurt for them to try their luck. If it’s about him getting back Marcello, even if it’s the old devilish Marcello, she would do anything for him.

"We’re going to try our best, father-in-law. I’m only here to tell you. We do not need your permission" she spoke to him with a firm expression. He let out a deep sigh.

"Fine. Do whatever you want. It’s less than two weeks. If the blondie rejects Marcello, just return and make sure Marcello doesn’t cause a ruckus. He’s no longer a slave" he mumbled, turning his face away.

Maria smiled and lowered her head.

"Thank you, father-in-law," she said and left immediately.

The old man slipped his finger through his white hair.

"It’s a relief that I didn’t fully get rid of that blondie, or his family would wage war against us" he heaved a sigh of relief.

"Yes, master. It seems like he didn’t also report to his family about the stab"

"Don’t mention that. I’ve been waiting, thinking they would ask for compensation, but that blondie turned out not to be a snitch. Hmmm," the old man smirked. "He reminds me of that Morano boy"

"Ah, Carlo Morano" Philip called his full name.

The old man nodded his head as he smirked.

"Yes, him. Too bad his life was short" he stroked his beard.