Married to the Wrong CEO

Chapter 97: Get out of my Way

Meanwhile the older man had barely taken ten steps when he gestured to the bodyguard closest to him with his fingers. The movement was subtle, practiced, something only someone used to command would notice.

"Find out who she is!" Mr. Giorgio Vivaldi ordered with a deep frown on his face as he continued to step forward, his pace never slowing even as he spoke to the guard beside him. His voice was low, controlled, but edged with unmistakable authority.

There was something about her face and eyes that gave him a rising suspicion that he could not kill. The familiarity gnawed at him, persistent and unsettling. Moreover knowing his first son he wouldn’t be surprised if he had more skeletons in his closet. That boy has always been reckless, he thought grimly.

"Be discreet!" he ordered knowing that he might be wrong and there was no reason to make a fuss about it just in case. His reputation alone could cause unnecessary panic if word spread.

The guard instantly nodded his head, turning to leave the entourage of guards that followed him even as Mr. Vivaldi continued ahead. The sound of polished shoes echoed faintly against the hospital floor.

His face slipping back into the familiar expression of worry as he headed to the room number he had been given. His jaw clenched tightly, the lines on his face deepening with each step. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Barging in through the door without knocking even as he began to speak in a tone that showed that he was used to giving orders and being listened to.

"Where is she?" he asked, his voice loud even as the doctors who were in the room simply lowered their heads a bit, no one daring to tell him to lower his voice as he stepped into the VIP room followed by one guard while the others stayed outside. The air in the room immediately felt heavier.

"My wife! I heard she was in an accident!" he said stepping closer, his face turning into that of concern as he looked at the bed. His sharp gaze took in the wires connected to her skin, the steady beeping of the machines, and her unconscious form.

Bandages were wrapped around her head and her eyes were closed in a way that told him nothing but the fact that she was still breathing as the machines beeped all around him. The sound was rhythmic, cruelly calm.

Instantly he turned his attention to the doctors, especially the one who seemed to be in charge, demanding answers.

"What’s wrong with her? Why isn’t she waking up?"

"She’s currently unconscious but she will be fine! Her car was hit by a truck but thankfully the driver maneuvered it well enough that the impact wasn’t life-threatening," the doctor said, his voice carefully neutral.

"Her other guards will also be fine!" he added, but clearly Giorgio Vivaldi didn’t care about his guards as he fixed his gaze on the doctor. His eyes were sharp, piercing.

A very deep anger burned in his eyes as he frowned, the aura around him domineering and suffocating. Years of power and control radiated from him effortlessly.

"Will she be fine? When will she wake up?" he asked, his tone deceptively calm even as the doctor who had been meaning to use medical terms instantly simplified his explanation the moment he met the man’s gaze. freewebnovel.cσ๓

"Yes, by tomorrow she should be awake!" he informed him, relieved to see the pressure in the air disappear even as Mr. Vivaldi gestured for him to leave, which he hurriedly did without another word.

Should is subjective, the doctor thought even as he stepped out, hoping that his calculations were right.

Giorgio stayed with his wife, staring at her peaceful face even as he spoke to the only guard left in the room. His hand hovered near hers, restrained only by his need for control.

"Send messages, put a bounty out if you have to! I want to know who did this!" he snapped in a loud voice, confident that there was no way a truck would suddenly crash into his wife’s car just like that.

If there was one thing he believed, it was the fact that there was no such thing as a coincidence, he thought to himself. His jaw tightened dangerously.

Sliding his hands into his wife’s own, intent on finding who did it and making them wish they had never been born.

"I just heard Mother is fine!" Nari said with her hands trembling even as she held the phone in her hands. She wasn’t young and looked like a woman of about forty years old, but her forehead was still matted with sweat and her breathing shallow.

Staring at her brother who sat in front of her in his office by the bar, sipping on wine from his cup with a cool and calm expression on his face. The contrast between them was striking.

"Calm down, Nari. You look like you’re about to have a heart attack!" Johan said casually.

But Nari Vivaldi simply snapped back in fear.

"Johan! Are you telling me to calm down right now?" she snapped, her hands still shaking, not sure what they would have done if the result was much worse than she planned for.

"We planned the attack! Our mother could be dead!" she snapped again, her voice breaking.

But Johan simply shrugged his shoulders with a dismissive attitude.

"We were careful. The truck driver was experienced. She would have been fine!" he said, taking a sip from his wine glass even as he stared at the bottle by his side with a cold gaze, one that bordered on cruelty.

"Now, father dearest can focus his attention on her and we would be able to do what we want! That business with the Bellinis is bound to be huge!" he said, his gaze turning colder as he lifted his head to show his handsome face to his sister. His features looked slightly Asian, a reminder of where their mother was from.

"We need to have some of the men replaced and I need to see the contract to see if there can be loopholes to be taken advantage of." His tone sharpened. "Do you want to continue working for the company forever?" Johan snapped even as Nari couldn’t respond, fear rooting her in place.

"...enjoying life in your 60’s when we should be retiring? He gives us ten million as our monthly salary, Nari!" His tone filled with anger the more he spoke, his frustration spilling over.

"What the hell is ten million going to do for us?" he snapped angrily as he downed his cup and slammed it onto the counter.

He stood up from the stool he sat on, making his way past Nari as he continued speaking.

"I will become the CEO and he will retire! You can either stand with me or get out of my way!" he snapped at his sister even as he made his way out of his office, leaving her standing there alone in silence.