Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 513

Chapter 513: Chapter 109 Calling Her Auntie

Lila’s POV

I had complete faith in Daniel. While I knew Sasha would continue her scheming to seduce him back into the Martinez family’s political web, I was ready for whatever she threw our way. For each trap she set, I would demonstrate that messing with me or my boyfriend was a mistake she’d regret. The naive, insecure Lila who first arrived at Thorne Group was long gone.

"You really believe him, don’t you?" Sybilla asked, her voice tinged with concern as she adjusted her designer blazer in the backseat of Jude’s armored sedan.

"Without question," I assured her. "I trust your brother completely. The desperation in his eyes when he explained that judicial manipulation told me everything I needed to know."

Jude shook his head, his hands steady on the wheel as we navigated through the city’s financial district. "The poor guy left without knowing that you believed him. He’s probably torturing himself in that penthouse right now."

A sly smile crept across my face. "Well, I’m planning to teach him a valuable lesson tonight about being more careful with that venomous little snake from his past."

"Great," Sybilla groaned dramatically. "Looks like I won’t be getting any sleep in the apartment tonight. The soundproofing isn’t that good."

Jude’s expression brightened as he glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Come stay at my place. I’ve mentioned before that I have a guest suite in my building. We could have dinner at that private club downtown, talk for hours. Some company would do me good." The loneliness had been eating at him since his business partner Nora relocated to the west coast operations.

"I’ll definitely take you up on that offer," Sybilla replied enthusiastically. "We’ll drop Lila off at the penthouse, I’ll grab my things, and spend the night at your place. Are you sure I won’t be disrupting your evening routine?"

"That depends," Jude teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Do you snore like a chainsaw in that fancy private school accent of yours?" Sybilla playfully punched his shoulder as he laughed. "Of course you won’t be disrupting anything. You’d be doing me a favor with your company."

"Perfect," I interjected, my eyes gleaming with determination. "But before heading home, I want to make a quick stop at the Azure Hotel. I need to pay my dear friend Sasha a little visit before she gets any bright ideas about manipulating more corrupt judges or coming after me."

"Let’s do it," Jude said eagerly, making a sharp turn toward the upscale hotel district. "This I’ve got to witness. The Sullivan family heiress taking on a washed-up political socialite."

Minutes later, we stood in the elegant hotel lobby with its marble floors and crystal chandeliers. Jude charmed the receptionist into giving us Sasha’s penthouse suite number with remarkable ease, flashing his business credentials and that devastating smile that had served him well in underground negotiations. We made our way upstairs in the private elevator, and I knocked firmly on her door, hearing her irritated voice call out from inside.

"Who is it?" she demanded, her tone sharp with annoyance.

"Delivery for Sasha," Jude answered smoothly, adopting a neutral service worker’s accent.

The door swung open, revealing Sasha standing there in an expensive silk robe, arms crossed, a smug smile forming when she recognized us.

"Well, if it isn’t the little miss herself," she drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. "I was actually planning to visit you at that college campus. I’m starting to like the academic atmosphere. Maybe I should return to school – we could be classmates, study law together." Her sarcasm was thick, but I was growing immune to her pathetic attempts at intimidation.

"Education is indeed valuable," I replied sweetly, stepping into her suite uninvited. "It broadens horizons and teaches critical thinking. You should definitely consider returning to school. Maybe you could learn something beyond manipulating family connections and chasing married men. It might help expand that pea-sized brain of yours."

"Oh, sweetie," she purred, closing the door behind us. "Men chase me. Look at Daniel – he came running the moment I called with news about those judicial documents."

"Yes, he came because despite you being this vulgar social climber, he pitied you and believed your fabricated legal emergency. That’s what honorable men do, even when dealing with parasites from their past. And what did you do with his kindness? You tried to trap my boyfriend using your family’s corrupt political connections. You fabricated something horrible just to seduce him again. And failed. Again. Don’t you ever tire of rejection and humiliation?"

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