Chapter 403

Cecil shook his head. “Curious? I’d rather stay alive.”

Bernard was confused. Cecil noticed his puzzled expression and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “You know Dr. Vitale, the one who works with Mr. Moretti?”

Bernard’s expression darkened. “Of course, I know him. That guy talks without holding back at all.” Many people had gotten into trouble because of Macro. If Lorenzo and Macro were both around, it was better to stay away, or one might find himself in a mess without realizing it.

Cecil nodded. “Yeah. Curiosity always gets the better of him, and his thoughts can’t keep up with his words.”

Bernard fell silent.

Cecil continued, “So, don’t be curious.” Once someone got curious, their brain definitely couldn’t keep up with their mouth. Then, Cecil walked away.

Bernard scratched his head, still curious about the woman Lorenzo brought back. He quickly caught up with Cecil and asked, “All these years, Mr. Moretti just enjoyed watching beautiful women without ever making a move. Could it be he’s finally recovered?”

Cecil’s heart raced, and his hand moved faster than his mind, quickly covering Bernard’s mouth. He shot him a sharp look and swiftly pulled him toward the car. “Are you really trying to take a page from Dr. Vitale’s book? Mr. Moretti nearly drowned him at sea,” Cecil warned.

Looks like I’ll need to steer clear of Bernard from now on. There are plenty of guys who love to gossip, but he takes it to a whole new level, sharing secrets that should stay hidden, as if he doesn’t care about the risks, he thought.

On the second floor of the villa, Ella was lying in bed, half-asleep, vaguely hearing an agitated voice. Something cold touched her lips. Being thirsty, she began to drink eagerly. Lorenzo looked at her flushed face, a sign of fever, and quickly handed her a fever-reducing pill, then helped her sip some water.

After Ella swallowed the pill, Lorenzo was about to take the cup away when she grabbed his arm—she seemed very thirsty. Lorenzo’s expression turned grim, and he wished he could just throw this frail girl out.

“She’s really as delicate as a sheltered princess,” he murmured, thinking. ‘If she falls into the wrong hands, who knows what might happen to her.’

Lorenzo fed Ella an entire glass of water, thinking she would let go. But as he tried to pull his arm away, she just held on tighter. Her delicate eyebrows knitted together. Her small mouth kept murmuring, “Mom…”

“Open your eyes and see clearly.” Lorenzo’s expression turned completely dark—who the hell was her mom? He pinched her burning chin, trying to get her to open her eyes. But she couldn’t manage it at all. They were so close that he could almost feel her hot breath against his face.

Just then, Ella’s phone vibrated. Lorenzo took it out to look—it was an unknown number. He answered it directly. But before he could say anything, a cold, menacing voice came through the line. “Ms. Turner, please hand over the item. If you can’t, then…”

The man on the other end paused for a moment before continuing in a chilling tone, “Otherwise, you won’t have a peaceful place to live in this world, and the people close to you will also be swept up in your troubles.”

Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you threatening her?”

The man on the phone asked, “Who are you?”

Lorenzo replied, his voice icy, “Didn’t the person who called today tell you? I’m Lorenzo Moretti.”

Instantly, the man on the phone ended the call. But even these few words clearly highlighted Ella’s situation.