Secretly The Billionaire Boss

Chapter 571: The gifts “So, there can never be anything with us. Don't go to the party, Avery. It's dangerous for you to keep meddling with the mafias. If you really want to have company here, fine but don't go deeper,” he warned.

Avery frowned. “What if I don't want to listen to you?” Grey looked at him for a moment.

“Avery, don't be like this,” he warned | softly. “You have to listen to me. This is for your own good.” “Fine!” she muttered, opened the door and got out.

Grey watched her for amoment and let out an exasperated sigh. Avery could be mad at him but she would soon

understand him and realise he was only trying to protect her.

And that was done. Grey could relax now.

But there was still something else. Was Avery trying to regain her memory? She seems to be pulling one and two together.

That definitely must not happen.

At this point, Grey doesn't even want Avery in his life. His life was a dangerous one and he doesn't want innocent people to die.

And he doesn't want to focus on anything aside from Giovanni.

Why? Because Giovanni has to go down very soon. He really has to.

Grey pulled out into the street. HeText content © NôvelDrama.Org.

| couldn't help but think about what Avery had said.

Avery's feelings were still strange to him. He couldn't understand it.

His phone rang suddenly. It was Charles. He picked it up immediately.

“Hello, Charles.” Charles sighed. “Is everything good?” “t's all done. I told you that I would handle it. I've settled it and you don't need to worry about it again.” “Is she leaving Italy?” Grey shrugged slightly. “She will soon, I'm sure but even if she doesn't, she won't be meddling,” he assured.

“Alright boss. Maximo has sent the address. They are waiting already.

Should I send you the address; so you will meet us there or will you come home so we can go there together?” Grey thought for a moment. “Send me the address. I will drive there.” “Alright boss,” Charles responded and | the line went off.

It didn't take up to a few minutes when Grey's phone beeped.

He took his phone and regarded the message for a while.

Maximo and the rest of the men were gathered at Maximo's club. La Maximo.

Grey still remembers the club and the way to it vividly like he was there the

day before.

He made a U-turn quickly and started on the way to the club. He wonders what the other mafia lord has prepared for him.

He couldn't wait actually.

He relaxed as he pulled into the parking lot. He placed a call to Maximo when he had successfully parked.

Maximo picked it up immediately.

“Hello, Hercules.” “I'm in front of your club.” “please, do come in. No outsiders are here, except for us.” Grey nodded once, unconsciously, and stepped out of the car. “You will see me soon,” he assured and hung up.

But a car drove right inside.

Grey stood still and watched the car.

The doors opened and Charles got out.

“Excellent! We are on time!” Charles laughed and walked closer to Grey.

Grey smiled, just as Jimmy and Mark got closer as well.

They all entered the club. : Grey gaze searched around as he remembered the first time he was there. He and Maximo had gotten into a fight but it all turned out good. At least, he was able to partner with Maximo and the rest of the mafia lord and he was able to get the next King of the world.

“Hercules!” The men greeted Grey at the same time. I

All the mafia men stood at the same time, a smile on each of their faces.

Grey walked nearer. “It's so nice seeing all your faces.” They all laughed again.

“It is the same for us. We can't believe this year's King of the world is from Italy. It still amazed me!” “Yes, right. We have lost so much! We were always losing!” “I told you it was a nice thing we partnered with Hercules. He brought us this fame!” “And the party was going to be swimming with a lot of mafia men.

Everyone wants to gain Hercules's favour. Some are even trying to move closer to me, because they know they would be able to get across to Hercules,

through his members.” Grey laughed. “That's inevitable. More are still coming anyway. Let's show whoever we are to show that we aren't their mates!” “Yes, right!” Maximo mutters. “I should start with my gift then.” Grey looks at him, with curiosity. “And what can that be?” Maximo smiled slightly and threw the keys on the table. “BMW new car. It hasn't even reached the market because I brought all the right. This particular car is made for you and you alone.” One of the men that has been standing behind Maximo stepped closer to Grey, with a bow and stretched out his iPad to him.

Grey looked at the screen. Surely, BMW was tasting a car and its new features were great. = “That car is now yours!” Maximo announced. “And that's not all. You should hear the rest of the men.” Grey was shocked. He didn't expect that at all.

If Maximo got him such a big gift. He | wondered what the rest of the members had gotten for him.

Truly, being the King of the world was a huge achievement. No wonder Giovanni thinks he could get it every year.