Chapter 65

Alessandro’s POV

I stood in front of the floor to ceiling window, watching the beautiful view of the city.

A woman in her sixties knelt behind me in tears and at each whimper, she kept pleading.

I didn’t want to bring her to the mansion instead she was brought to my warehouse at the outskirts of the city.

I pulled out a swivel arm chair in my office and sat, grimacing at the sight of her tears.

“I’ll tell you everything, please don’t kill me.”

I chuckled and puffed some smoke through my nose before replying, “don’t be so dramatic, Mrs.… remind me of your name.”

“Mrs. Manhattan.”

“Mrs. Manhattan. Good.” I paused for a while, studying the look on her face.

Her face was as red as crimson and I swear she was going to pee any moment from now.

“What do you know about Amelia’s survival that day? She mentioned your name to me. What did you tell her… about me?” I asked, clasping my palms together.

“I… I used to work at