Chapitre 78: The Runaway Fiancee

●Paris || Italy●

"What have you been doing all this past week, huh?"

A man dressed in white from head to toe, wearing a designer coat contrasted with the grim black shirt rumbled upon the slender lean man in front of him.

His complaining yell reverberated in the office room like a thunderous bolt of Zeus! A long horizontal queue of men in white stood with their hands joined behind and tucked on the hips, with eyes glued to the shiny marbled floor, where they could see the incompetence.

Clearly the man who just yelled upon them was the boss, sitting on the other side of the table glaring at them. While a lean man took the liberty to answer the question of their master, holding the apple tabloid in his shivering hands, he was no less terrified than the other henchmen.

"M- master...we are trying to find the mistress but,"

The man, maybe the chief of those henchmen chirped as the words quivered at the edge of his tongue. He sure had a reply to the question but perhaps the fear had remained there and a prediction, that the master would not probably like the answer.

"What do you mean by 'TRYING TO FIND'? It has been a fucking month that you are trying to track my fiancee!"

Alessandro Miano, the Italian mafia Lord smashed his fists on the wooden table. Fuming with ire his act of ventilating induced a sudden shiver within the men, which was visible with the standing hair on their arms.

"Y- yes master. Please forgive us. We have been locating mistress Alana's whereabouts but the only last location we found was Russia."

The chief knew that he had to proceed with his search more harder and as soon as possible, or else his days would be over.

"Mm. Russia?"

Alessandro Miano settled back in his leather chair and tucked hand beneath the chin, a perfect thinking gesture.

"Have you located the furthermore information regarding resident or job pr anything?"

His sudden question once again placed the henchmen under the influence of fear, sure enough the Italian lord was eager and impatient to find his fiancee.

"Yes master. That is the problem, there is no record of miss Alana working or residing there, nor did she move towards other country."

The information was sure enough bitter for the lord to swallow, but the chief had to spit it out sooner or later.

Of course, Amaris used Renna's identity to travel towards the USA and disguised herself as Alana when she met Alessandro Miano, the Italian mafia lord.

The chase to find the runaway fiancee!

"Then where did she go? The sky eat her or the earth swallowed?"

Once again he curled the fingers into fists and gritted his teeth. The piercing cold stare penetrated towards the henchmen, a rumbling anger within him wanted to wring off their necks!

His loud yell was enough to snag everyone's attention but how could those loyal dogs look straight into his eyes! Despite being extremely terrified of losing their heads, no one dared to lift the head.

"Find her! NOW SCRAM!"

His rumbling loud roar forced the chief to bow without a further reply because to question was definitely out of the way.

The jury walked out of the room which had suddenly turned chilled, and heaved a sigh if relief which could be heard by anyone present outside of the cabin.

Meanwhile within those four walls, in the midst of heaps of files Alessandro Miano was sitting silently with a saddened expression worn over his handsome face. The man had been staring at the photo frame in which he was standing besides Renna Amaryllis, both with arms interlaced.

"Where in the world are you Alana? We planned on to get married after two months and still I am unable to find you now. Why are you hiding from me?"

Alessandro touched the glass of the photo frame gently as if he was brushing Renna's face.

A groom waiting for his fiance's return!