Novel Full Chapter 1072 - : I’m Only 19 and a Half, Still a Kid
Chapter 1072: I’m Only 19 and a Half, Still a Kid
With that thought in mind, Gianna smiled self-deprecatingly. “No one would dare say I have more wrinkles anyway.”
A dumbass like that wouldn’t live for very long.
Suddenly, her hand froze.
The mirror in front of her showed her reflection and… a black figure, slowly emerging from the darkness.
“Jonathan?” she murmured, but there was a tremor in her voice.
She slowly lowered her hand and turned around. She looked at the man in a suit who was five meters away. “Are you here to kill me?”
Luke held a Glock in his hand and said calmly, “Yes.”
Gianna laughed. “True; there would be no other reason for you to visit me, right? Even if we are old friends.”
Luke felt a little awkward.
In fact, there had been something between Gianna and John before.
Of course, it was Gianna who had made the first move, to be exact; John never accepted.
It had to be said that it was really too much for a man to be too handsome.
Gianna was a smart and capable heiress who had the support of the Camorra family. Her looks and figure were above average. Coupled with the unique charm of Italian women, her overall qualities weren’t inferior to the upper-class ladies in New York.
But John just wasn’t interested in her.
Gianna had even taken the initiative to create an opportunity for him to treat her “candidly.” However, he had only said “sorry” and turned to leave.
What was even more terrifying was that Gianna, a wealthy heiress who didn’t have a good temper, didn’t cause him any trouble.
He was handsome and capable. He could do whatever he wanted.
Even now, Luke could tell via Mental Communication that Gianna was terrified, but she was also extremely resentful.
She looked at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly reached behind her and unzipped her fishtail gown. “I heard that you fell in love with a woman and quit for her. I thought that you would never point a gun at me in this lifetime, even if I dreamed of this particular situation many times.”
She removed the straps of her gown with both hands and let the material fall naturally to her waist. “But why, why did you still appear?”
She pushed the gown down past her waist.
Luke’s eyes flickered. “The blood oath Marker. Someone found me with it.”
Gianna paused, then raised her hand and pulled out the hairpin from her bun, letting her curly black hair cascade down her back. “Who?”
Luke said, “Your brother, Santino.”
But he wondered: Gianna didn’t know that her brother Santino helped John complete his exit mission? That wasn’t very likely.
After all, Santino had used a considerable amount of Camorra’s resources to help John. Given Gianna and John’s complicated entanglement, how could she not know?
Gianna’s hand with the hairpin stopped. “Yes. Of course it would be him.”
She stared at him blankly for a moment, then suddenly shouted, “But why didn’t you come to me back then? Is asking me for help so unbearable for you?”
Luke understood.
Reality wasn’t a romance novel.
There was no way that Gianna and John would follow the pattern of “the tyrant’s daughter falling in love with the cool man.”
Becoming hopelessly entangled with this sort of underground heiress would get a person killed.
In order to marry his beloved girlfriend, John chose to quit a few years ago and step away from the hitman business.
Would he dare ask Gianna for help? That would only be shortening his wife’s life.
Alright, John’s wife did manage to escape this disaster, but she didn’t live for long, and eventually passed away from cancer.
That was why you should be a good person!
As Luke thought this, he remained silent.
Luke had nothing to say.
This was all John’s fault. Why should he help that guy clean up?
More importantly, he was only nineteen and a half. He was still a kid.
He couldn’t afford to offend this big sister!
Gianna sneered at the look on his face. Holding the hairpin in her hand, she stepped onto the stone platform and into the bath. She then turned back to him and stood still. “I will not die by anyone’s hand. I, Gianna D’Antonio, will die my own way.”
As she spoke, she held the hairpin in her right hand and cut her left wrist. Dark red blood instantly gushed out.
Luke said, “…Actually, we can still discuss it.”
Gianna froze. “What?”
Luke was deep in thought. “What if I’m willing to help you kill Santino?”
Gianna was stunned for a few seconds before she asked in disbelief, “Really?”
“Really.” Luke nodded helplessly.
Gianna was silent for a moment. Then, she smiled and lunged at him. “You still don’t want me to die, do you?”
Luke gripped her left hand and said, “Before we discuss this, shouldn’t we stop the bleeding? Otherwise, you’ll… be committing suicide, right?”
Gianna was stunned. She looked at the blood flowing out of her left wrist and finally regained her senses. “Bedroom. I have a first aid kit in my bedroom.”
A few minutes later, Luke sat at the head of the bed calmly and treated Gianna’s wrist wound. She murmured, “I don’t want to die. I still want to give birth to your child. I want him to be the next head of the family. Then, I can travel the world with you…”
Save it, big sister! Luke chuckled inwardly.
Gianna had lost too much blood, which was causing her to fade in and out of consciousness.
This woman was really fierce. She used the hairpin to cut open her wrist artery, but was still able to chatter at him for a long time.
Of course, her condition wasn’t life-threatening. At most, she would be weak for a day or two.
She was just seizing the opportunity to confess to a certain cold and handsome man.
But I’m really just a kid!
Luke was helpless.
…
Ten minutes later, a tall and strong African-American man entered the bedroom. He looked at the two of them and was a little embarrassed. “John, are you working?”
Luke had crossed his legs in an armchair and was reading a book.
Gianna was lying on the sofa beside him in a nightgown.
Luke said, “Yes.”
The African man asked, “Is it going well?”
Luke closed the book in his hand and placed it on the coffee table. “That depends on what Gianna wants, Cassian.”
Cassian, the African-American man, froze. He looked at Gianna, who was reclining. “My lady?”
Gianna held out a hand. “Help me up.”
Luke wanted to roll his eyes, but John wouldn’t have such an expression.
Thus, he silently reached out and helped her up.
In the end, the woman shot him a resentful look, extremely displeased with the distance he put between them as he helped her up.
Luke said, “Can we get down to business? I’m afraid we don’t have much time left.”
Giana gave him a hard look. “Tell me, and I’ll listen. Cassian will cooperate fully with you.”
Even with Cassian’s calm temperament, he couldn’t help but scratch his head. It was over! It looked like this young miss of his was going to be stupid again! Is the Boogeyman someone you can have? You didn’t suffer enough last time.