Reborn as the Sweetheart of a Paranoid Boss-Chapter 324: Thorned Mask

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Meanwhile, in a room on the third floor of the auction hall.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely oppressive.

A row of black-clad men stood neatly in formation, hunched over, heads bowed.

If you looked closely, you could see fine beads of cold sweat appearing on their foreheads.

Seated on the sofa in the center of the room was a young man.

His face was obscured by a black crescent-shaped mask, with golden patterns subtly adorning it, carved to resemble thorns.

Among the thorns bloomed a small flower.

The thorny flower symbolized the Colombo Family forging a Thorny Throne through blood and fire.

His legs were crossed, his posture tall and graceful.

In his right hand, he held a wine glass, with half a glass of wine remaining inside.

His left hand rested on the sofa beside him, fingertips unconsciously tapping on the unlit black screen.

The room was terrifyingly quiet; with each tap, the row of black-clad men grew ever more anxious.

His eyes were pure black, reminiscent of obsidian, where even light seemed unable to reach.

The expression in his eyes was indifferent, cold, devoid of any emotion.

The slight press of thin lips revealed his current unhappy mood.

Eventually, he drank the remaining wine in the glass with a single gulp, then violently tossed it aside. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

’Crack!’

The sound of the glass shattering pierced the air, the broken pieces landing just in front of the row of black-clad men.

Startled, they immediately spoke up, "Please forgive us, Young Master!"

Alessio glanced at them, emanating boundless, biting coldness.

"If there’s a next time, your fate will be like this wine glass."

The group of black-clad men knew upon hearing this that Alessio had already forgiven them.

They immediately expressed their loyalty, "Yes! We will devote ourselves wholeheartedly to serving the Young Master!"

"Clean it up and get out!"

Alessio said impatiently.

His expressions and gestures conveyed nothing but impatience and irritation.

"Yes!"

Alessio rose from the sofa and walked to the window.

His room was directly across from Selena Kensington’s, albeit one story higher.

Alessio walked to the window, intending merely to check if his target for the day had arrived; he casually glanced down at the people in the hall.

A bitter smile slowly curled at the corner of his mouth.

Just as he was about to avert his eyes, he spotted Selena Kensington standing at the window opposite.

"..."

He froze.

His whole being seemed to fall into a deep abyss of cold; from the soles of his feet to his limbs, his entire body began to chill.

Yet simultaneously carried a trace of joy and longing.

Why... was she here?!

Shouldn’t she be in Aethelgard?!

Even with a mask on her face, Alessio still recognized her.

On countless sleepless nights, his sole reliance was the online photos released of her.

Every picture was capable of causing turmoil in his heart.

Alessio’s breath became somewhat rapid; at this moment, his heart was racing, his body trembling with excitement.

More than half a year had passed; he had left for over half a year.

Coming to foreign lands, he could only catch glimpses of her through the news he purposefully sought on the internet.

He learned her birthday; on her birthday, he couldn’t restrain himself and sent a message using his private phone.

No one knew how helpless, nervous, and trembling he was the moment he sent that message.