The Bodyguard's
Fearless

Miabella was stunned for a moment. However, a moment later the young woman was soon able to master herself well. Miabella had been taught by Adriano how to control emotions, so that the opponent could not easily study and read what he was feeling or thinking. He always tried to implement it even though he failed more often.

The blood of Matteo de Luca who had a hard and fiery character, flowed profusely within the young woman. However, for this time Miabella will try as much as possible so that Vlad can not read his body language is restless because thinking about the fate of Carlo.

The adriano's continued daughter returned Vlad's satisfied smile with a crisp laugh. Miabella even sat back down quietly. Not to forget, he rewinded a little chair that he occupied. The gray-eyed beautiful woman then crossed her legs, so the bottom of her long dress was slightly raised. There was a pair of high heels studded with glittering crystals. Miabella seemed to be moving the tip of her foot.

“Why don't you bring the body of the intruder in front of me right now? That way, I can prove that I didn't lie to you. You already know what my handsome husband's face looks like.” Miabella gave off a cynical smile. In fact, in his heart he hoped that Vlad would not do what he said just now.

Vlad did not immediately respond to a challenge from Miabella. The man had to think a little hard, to be able to lure the beautiful woman before him. The owner of the blonde hair again approached the woman who had been making him so crazy. He had glanced at the hand of the woman in a red dress that was stretched out straight and still in handcuffs.

“What did you do to me, Vlad Ignashevich?” Miabella's tone sounded full of emphasis. “This is a great insult to my pride. Don't you think far? This action of yours could have been bad for yourself!” denounce Miabella firmly. However, Vlad did not respond to all the words of Mia's eldest daughter.

“I am in the protection of three major organizations in Europe. Clan de Luca, Tigre Nero, and of course the Red Wolf. Imagine if they found out about the disrespect you've done to me. Just a little bit of my skin is scratched, then all the sturdy pillars that become the support of your mansion will collapse. Imagine if it was up to daddy zio, uncle Marco, and of course my husband .. if they found out you handcuffed my hand like this..”

“Didn't your husband not know that you came here?” sela Vlad doesn't want to look daunted in front of Miabella. In fact, he did not like to see a beautiful woman who had managed to attract his heart, being in such a state.

Miabella was silent. A moment later, the daughter of the late Matteo de Luca returned with a cynical smile. “Did you never fall in love and have an inner bond with someone?” his tananya was full of scorn. “Quick open the handcuffs!” Miabella. The brown hair's tone suddenly rose, signifying patience that had exceeded the threshold. Miabella couldn't bear to not kick a man's groin in front of her.

However, before he could do that, Miabella had to undo his intentions.

Another man's voice was heard in the room. Race with the clattering of heels clashing on the floor. Roderyk Lenkov, emerging from the dimness of the light there, to finally stand gallantly in front of Miabella. The man looked very savage and arrogant. Roderyk watched Miabella for a moment, before he turned his gaze to Vlad. “What have you been doing since? Looking at the beautiful body and beauty of this woman?” the question is full of insinuations to Vlad.

“I was interrogating him, Father,” Vlad denied immediately.

Miabella turned her face away. He knew that Roderyk was much more experienced when compared to Vlad. After Carlo tells him all about Nikolai Volkov's former close friend, Miabella can find out who and what Roderyk really looks like.

“So, you are the wife of Karl Volkov. Son-in-law of my old friend, Nikolai Volkov.” Roderyk said calmly.

Miabella, who had looked away, immediately turned to Roderyk. The body language of the young lady still looked extremely haughty and seemed to be about to challenge the two men before her. “What is your problem if I am indeed the wife of Karl Volkov? I came to this party well, but look what you guys did to me.” Miabella sounded so cynical. He turned back to face.

“Is the intruder your husband?” asked Roderyk without making small talk. "An extraordinary couple. You came here to make a mess at my party. Do you also want to die together like Romeo and Juliet?" Roderyk grinned wide.

“I don't understand what you said ...”

Roderyk gripped him tightly and pulled back, so Miabella's face looked up slightly. “A proud woman!”the grunt of the thick-bearded middle-aged man earlier. His hands tightened and clasped Miabella's long hair, until Carlo's wife grimaced.

“Stop, Dad. Let me take care of it,” stop Vlad. He tried to forbid the father to do more harm to Miabella.

While Miabella herself still shows a full highlight of resistance. His pair of gray eyes stared intently at Roderyk who looked like a beast. “I will always remember this. I'll ask my husband to break your hand that has dared to touch my hair ...”

“Before that happens, I will send your body to Karl Volkov,” Roderyk replied with emphasis. His eyes glared sharply at Miabella. He looks very scary.

“No, Dad!’ stop Vlad again. “Please don't be rash,” the door. “If you are wrong in taking a step, then this will trigger a war between organizations. Remember, there are three big organizations behind this woman. If they unite, then ...”

Roderyk immediately turned to his adopted son. Still with the same gaze, the copper-haired brunette man looked dislike Vlad's speech. Without removing his hand from Miabella's hair that seemed to be holding back the pain, Roderyk grinned at Vlad. “You are as cowardly as your father!” the middle-aged man snorted while releasing his grip from Miabella violently.

A moment later, Roderyk's attention returned to Miabella. “Good. A pair of conjugal bodies will be much more eye-catching,” grin the Russian man. He then straightened his body. “Come to find Karl Volkov! He must still be around the mansion,” said Roderyk who immediately replied a nod from some of his men. Without having to be commanded twice, those who had received the order immediately left the room.

Roderyk laughed satisfied. While continuing to cast a grim gaze at Miabella, the former Russian soldier again said, “I am not afraid of anyone behind you. The government will be taken, if they disappoint me. There are no significant restrictions or obstacles for a Roderyk Lenkov. Remember it's tub-good, Young lady.”

“Just let go of him, Dad. Miabella is my guest. I also know Adriano D’Angelo and Marco D’Luca. They are not just people. You don't have to worry. The person you want, will immediately kneel before you.” After saying so, Vlad turned his gaze to Miabella.

“Remember who killed your father so vilely, Vlad,” Roderyk's message as it passed from before Vlad and also Miabella. The pace of his shoe rights sounded increasingly distant.

Meanwhile, Carlo is still trying to find out about the whereabouts of the wife who lost contact. He who had removed all the attributes of the maid and was wearing a short-sleeved T-Shirt as a catch, immediately ran while sneaking towards the helicopter runway. There, Carlo saw an air transport device that read de Luca. That means Miabella hasn't left the mansion yet. “You where, How to mia?” his murmur sounded so restless.

Carlo also looked at. He searches for a crack, in order to re-enter to find Miabella's whereabouts.

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