The Bodyguard's
The Ridiculous Plan

Adriano had previously contacted Benigno, when he heard that Miabella had disappeared from Casa de Luca. Without thinking, the chairman Tigre Nero also invited the man who had served him for a long time to go to Palermo. There, Marco was waiting for them. From Palermo, Adriano will depart along with Mia's brother-in-law on a private jet bound for Russia.

Upon arrival in Palermo, Marco and Zucca who had prepared to leave immediately for the Red Bear country. They didn't bring in a lot of troops, because this wasn't an assault mission. Adriano just wants to find out where Miabella is.

Luciella called Grigori immediately. He reported what had happened in Casa de Luca to the middle-aged man. Immediately, Grigori contacted Igor. However, his call was not also answered by the colleague. How not, Igor and Ivan are busy dealing with Adriano and Marco.

"Young master did go to Italy. But until now, he has not returned. Why do we cover up his existence? Our young master is not a coward who will just hide away" Igor explained in Russian to Adriano.

"What's he saying?" marco whispered who did not understand the words of the middle-aged man earlier. Adriano explained in Italian. After hearing that, Marco only clucked softly. "The reality is Carlo has come to Casa de Luca. In the surveillance camera footage it is seen so clearly that he came out with my niece." Marco showed a dislike for Igor's words.

Adriano did not immediately respond. He circulated the view on the magnificent building with a very extraordinary architecture. Large pillars stand firmly supporting the top with various carvings that are given a touch of gold color. Meanwhile, some of the walls are decorated with a stunning painting of a blend of colors that must have been made by the hands of a professional.

"I don't mean to be disrespectful. However, I want to make sure for myself whether my daughter is here or not" Adriano said with a very serious look and intonation.

"What do you mean?" Igor looked calm even though in his heart he felt objection. It seemed like he had grasped the intent of Adriano's words just now. After all, he did not wish for the pride palace of the Angry Wolf Clan to be ransacked at will by a stranger. Especially because Igor or Ivan did not know the figure of Adriano or Marco. "Don't tell me if you intend to search this place. If it is like that, then I'm sorry that we would never allow it" the man said.

"If you don't give us permission, then that means ...." Adriano did not continue his words, when a dark-haired middle-aged woman appeared in the spacious room. Adriano was stunned to look at the woman who looked still beautiful and also very graceful with her elegant character. "Mrs Fabiola?" The chairman Tigre Nero muttered softly to mention the name of the woman.

“How are you, Adriano?” Fabiola smiled warmly at the leader Tigre Nero.

“So, you've stayed here?” The blue-eyed man hesitantly approached towards the woman who was standing a few meters in front of him.

“The last time we met was when Alessandro took you to a halfway house, then taught you to carry a baby,” Fabiola said in Italian while chuckling softly. He ignored Adriano's question earlier.

“The baby was my son, Carlo aka Karl Mikhailov, or what is now known as Karl Volkov. You carried her cheerfully. Still vividly remembered in my memory, you sang a song for her to sleep. How old were you then, Adriano? Fifteen? Sixteen?” Fabiola asked back.

“What the fuck? You ever fondle Carlo?” marco whispered he did not understand.

“Sixteen years, Mistress. I remember it very clearly too. After that, you went out of nowhere,” Adriano replied. He didn't speak Marco's words.

“I hid not far from the halfway house,” Fabiola said. “I stayed in the monastery for decades to escape Viktor Drozdov's pursuit" said Charles' mother

“Oh, so so.” Marco mustard listened to Fabiola's explanation, though he did not understand much of what had happened in the past.

“However, as I heard that Carlo .. ah I mean Karl Volkov. He has successfully massacred Viktor,” Adriano said again.

“I'm so glad to hear that. However, forgive me if I'm disrespectful, Mrs Fabiola. I'm going to find my daughter. Maybe he is hiding behind one of the giant pillars of this building,”, Adriano said half-jokingly.

“Oh.” Fabiola was silent for a moment, then laughed softly. “Adriano .. I previously thanked Alessandro profusely. I know he can't hear what I'm about to say. However, it is enough of you to represent it.” The woman stepped slowly, so that she drew closer to Adriano.

“Mistress,” hiss Igor reminds. He was worried that his great mistress was getting too close to people he thought were still very foreign.

Fabiola immediately raised his hand to Igor, as a signal that one of the late husband's confidants should not worry. “If it wasn't for Alessandro Moriarty who is Adriano D’Angelo's uncle, maybe my son and I no longer exist in the world. Those who have provided shade and protection for us, Igor. Pokazat' nekotoroye uvazheniye (Show your respect)!” the resolute tone of his speech this time said in Russian, making everyone who was in the spacious room instantly speechless.

“Adriano.” Fabiola returned his gaze to the father continued from the Miabella. “I won't be afraid to say honesty that your daughter isn't here.” The woman's voice sounded so soft. However, there was enormous power in every word emphasis he spoke.

“The last time I met Karl was two days ago. He said goodbye hurriedly to me, as if there was something important he was about to finish. I haven't seen him since. Until now, Karl has not come back here. I dare to guarantee it, because if he is at home, then he will always stop by my room to say good night,” Fabiola said confidently.

“Can you contact your son, Mrs?” ask Adriano again.

“Yes. She called me this morning and told me that she and Miabella were fine. Is that really your daughter's name? Miabella?” Fabiola asked back.

“Ya, Mistress. My daughter is named Miabella,” Adriano replied while nodding.

“I think maybe they're having fun right now.” Fabiola smiled broadly finished saying so. "Let it. They are young and also single" the woman continued.

“Happy?” reiterate Marco with a dislike tone. He hurriedly pulled Adriano's hand. “It's not like this I imagined, Amico. In my mind, Miabella who locked herself in the room would come out during the party. Then, how is this? Invitation has already spread,” hisses slowly. Marco looks so riled up.

Adriano listened, without responding. Not a word came out of his lips at that moment. While breathing slowly, he turned back to Fabiola. “If I may know, where exactly are they having fun at this time, Madam?” angled.

“I don't know either. Karl did not say anything to me,” Fabiola explained with calm body language.

“I imagine Miabella getting angry and ravaging her party, then the men will be stunned to see the barbaric attitude behind her beautiful face. Then the men fell in love with him. You know no, the men of the black world will love the nature of such a woman,” whispered Marco right in Adriano's ear. “They will race to grab Bella's attention. That was my plan at first. I didn't expect it to end up messy like this,” he said while shaking in disappointment.

“To be honest that after hearing your idea just now, I so thought if your plan was terrible,” Adriano clucked annoyed.

“According to Igor's words, I will vehemently oppose your desire to search this place, Adriano,” sidelines Fabiola suddenly. “I do owe you a debt of gratitude, but that does not mean that you can trample on my pride by acting arbitrarily in this place. This palace is a memory of my husband.” Sharp in Fabiola's eyes he was pointing at Adriano and Marco.