Ensnared by Mafia, Days and Nights
Chapter 23: Brazenly Begging for Money

"Let him in."

"Yes, Ms. Lambert."

The guard hung up the intercom and turned to Clark, saying, "Follow the main road ahead. Ms. Lambert is waiting for you there."

The family of three entered the estate, gawking like country bumpkins visiting the city for the first time.

The estate was enormous. Typically, from the main gate to the villa area, a shuttle bus arranged by the guards would provide transportation.

However, Clark had snatched the intercom from the guard earlier, and given Ms. Lambert's evident disdain for this man, the guard decided to play a little trick and didn't arrange a shuttle for them. They walked for almost two hours before they finally caught a glimpse of the villa.

By the time they reached the villa's entrance, it was completely dark, and the estate's lights were gradually illuminating one by one.

Sophie had finished cleaning up the dinnerware and had also tidied up the entire villa. Giselle told her to return to the nearby servant quarters, a separate villa designated for staff.

She didn't want a third party to witness her confrontation with Clark, as it was not something to be proud of.

Sophie agreed, leaving behind a communicator, saying to contact her if anything came up.

The large villa was eerily quiet. Giselle randomly chose a variety show to watch, deliberately turning the volume up to its maximum.

The doorbell rang for quite a while before she finally put down the remote to answer it.

As soon as the door opened, Clark wiped the sweat from his forehead, angrily cursing, "Giselle, why the hell did you take so long to open the door? Are you doing this to mess with your father?" Cynthia stood on tiptoe, curiously peeking inside the villa.

Giselle stepped out and slammed the door shut behind her, frowning impatiently, "If you have something to say, say it quickly."

Clark was even more infuriated, pointing at her and shouting, "What do you mean by this? Not even letting us in, is this how you talk to people?"

"If you don't want to talk, then leave."

In Giselle's eyes, Clark was half responsible for her mother's death. How could she possibly treat him with hospitality?

Clark was so angry he was hopping mad, but he knew that if he kept dragging things out, Giselle might actually drive him away.

For the sake of greater benefit, he had to swallow his anger.

"You're living in such a grand estate now; it's not too much to ask for some support money, is it?" Clark played the senior card, holding up one finger and saying, "I need a hundred million dollars." Giselle was so angry she laughed. Such shamelessness was truly astounding.

She crossed her arms and sarcastically asked, "Are you dreaming?"

Fiona chuckled, "Don't think we don't know. The man you were with last night is the head of the biggest mafia in Sicily. A hundred million dollars is nothing to him." "You don't have to give us the money." Clark smirked smugly, "But I'm buried in gambling debts right now. If I can't pay them off, I'll have to sell the villa."

He shrugged helplessly, "That villa has a good location. Though it might not fetch a hundred million dollars.", five million should be easily attainable."

The villa he referred to was the property her grandfather had bought through hard work in his early years, and all of Giselle's childhood memories were there.

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After her mother's death, she and her grandmother were driven out, and Clark seized the villa through deceit. She hadn't been able to return since.

The decorations and collectibles in the villa were treasures her grandfather had brought back from his travels. Who knew how much Clark had already sold off?

Giselle thought of her grandmother, still lying in a hospital bed. Every time she fell ill and fainted, she would fret, fearing death, desperately wanting to return to the villa once more to see if the roses her grandfather had planted for her had bloomed this year.

For Giselle and her grandmother, the villa was not just a property; it was a repository of memories and longing for their deceased loved ones.

How dare Clark, this scoundrel, even think of selling the villa!

Giselle was seething with anger. She gritted her teeth and said, "I'm still a student. Where would I get a hundred million dollars for you?!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She directly lashed out, "Yesterday you sold off my mother's heirloom jewelry, and today you're thinking of selling the villa. You even have the nerve to ask me for a hundred million dollars. Living off women's blood, Clark Lambert, do you even consider yourself a man?"

Clark continued his pretense, "You've been spoiled rotten over the years, daring to talk to your father like this."