Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Madilyn was obedient. Since she reached an agreement with Clark on this condition, she didn’t say much. She promptly prepared a blank sheet of paper and began to draw.

As someone who studied art, even though many years had passed since she last saw William, she could draw him based on her memory.

Although they were her relatives, when Madilyn was imprisoned by Emanuele, they abandoned her. Madilyn understood that in their hearts, she was just a pawn that could be discarded at any time. Consequently, she couldn’t consider them family anymore. The pain she endured now was a result of their actions, and they would have to pay for what they did.

However, because she hadn’t seen them in so long, her impression of William had become faint over the years.

“William is about five or six years older than me. The last time I saw him was when I was in elementary school, and he was in high school at the time. I don’t know if he has changed much now.” After drawing William’s appearance from memory, Madilyn handed it to Clark.

Clark looked at the man in the picture who seemed so young. Considering the many years that had passed, he suspected the accuracy of this photo. Suddenly, he regretted agreeing to Madilyn. If he had known, he wouldn’t have made such a promise.

His appearance in high school was completely different from now, and people today tended to dress up. A bit of grooming could make a significant difference. However, since he had promised, he wouldn’t go back on his word.

“Alright, Madilyn, when are you planning to meet your mom? I’ll have someone arrange the itinerary for you.”

“Tomorrow would be great; the sooner, the better.” Madilyn felt her mother must be extremely worried about her.

“Before that, can I make a call to inform her?” Clark asked.

“Yes, you can.” Since they were going to meet anyway, letting Madilyn make a call was fine.

Clark escorted Madilyn to the telephone and dialed her mother’s number.

“Mom!” Madilyn called out.

“Oh my God, Madilyn, I thought you were no longer in this world. My dear, are you okay?” Madilyn’s mother cried.

“I’m fine, Mom. Don’t ask too much for now. I’ll come to see you tomorrow. Can we pick a place to meet?” Madilyn requested.

“Sure.”

The mother and daughter agreed on a meeting place, expressed their longing for each other, and finally reluctantly hung up the phone.

Madilyn turned to Clark. “By the way, I just remembered a detail. He wears glasses.”

Clark knew she was talking about William, and his expression became somewhat strange. Madilyn didn’t seem to recall it just now; did she intentionally withhold this information from him?

Unexpectedly, this girl was quite clever.

“Thanks,” Clark smiled and then took a photo of the drawing and sent it to Emanuele.

Assisting Emanuele in this matter meant Emanuele owed him a favor. If Clark encountered any danger in the future, Emanuele would have to help him. This was the rule between members of their cleric group-peaceful coexistence and mutual assistance in times of danger. If one member faced peril, others would have to help. This stable relationship of mutual benefit allowed them to develop peacefully with each other.

Emanuele received Clark’s message and looked at the man in the drawing, appearing quite young. It was said that this was his appearance from ten years ago. A person undergoes significant changes over a decade, but the resemblance to the images captured by the surveillance was striking.

Emanuele compared them, his gaze fixed on the two images. He couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity-was it because he had seen them so much? Or had he crossed paths with him on the streets? However, despite searching all over Chicago, he couldn’t find any clues about William. It was as if William had vanished from the face of the Earth.

As the master of Chicago, once he knew someone’s name, he could quickly locate them. Like the incident with Isabella, when she was harassed on the street, he knew the person’s name and captured him. But now, he couldn’t find William. Emanuele didn’t believe that his covert methods were so advanced that he couldn’t locate him. It could only mean that William had changed his name, possibly even his appearance, making it difficult for him to hide for so long. However, as long as he was in Chicago, Emanuele was confident he would find him quickly.

When Evelyn finished work, she went to a restaurant with Pippo for dinner. Afterward, they went shopping, passing by a swimsuit store. Seeing the swimsuits displayed inside, Evelyn couldn’t resist walking in.

“When we went to the beach together, we didn’t bring back any of those swimsuits. Pippo, when do you think we should go to the beach again?” Evelyn’s gaze fell on the beautiful and sexy bikinis of various colors.

While looking, she spotted a swimsuit that seemed very familiar. Unable to resist, Evelyn walked over and touched the garment, triggering a sudden memory.

Wait, wasn’t this the one she wore at the beach before? Why did it look so familiar?

Seeing Evelyn standing in front of a lake-blue swimsuit, Pippo figured out what she was thinking and reached out, pulling her away.

“Evelyn, don’t look. We just returned from the beach not long ago. If you want to go, we can plan it for the future.”

“I haven’t gone swimming for a long time; I want to swim.”

“Then let’s go to the pool. I think this one suits you.” Pippo casually grabbed a securely wrapped swimsuit and handed it to Evelyn.

“Is it nice?” Evelyn was surprised; the swimsuit was gray, a color she didn’t particularly like for its dullness. However, seeing Pippo’s serious expression, she sighed. If Pippo liked it, she would wear it.

So Evelyn carried the swimsuit to the cashier for Pippo to pay. She planned to wear it when they went swimming.

After paying, they left the store. Evelyn walked ahead, and Pippo followed behind, his gaze unusually cold. At this moment, Pippo only hoped that Evelyn wouldn’t recall the memories of that time. If she insisted on remembering, Pippo doubted he could hold onto the old feelings.

To prevent Evelyn from recalling those memories, he had to divert her attention more towards him. Unaware of the impending danger, Evelyn called Isabella that night, saying she wanted to go shopping with her.

“I think Pippo’s taste isn’t as good as yours, you know? Today, we went to buy swimsuits, and Pippo actually picked out a gray set for me. Oh God, such a terrible color, and he thinks it looks good.”

Evelyn’s clothes were usually in bright colors, unlike Isabella, who preferred easily matching colors like black and white. Considering herself youthful and beautiful, Evelyn believed she should wear brighter colors. Thus, all her chosen clothing had vibrant colors. So today, when Pippo let her choose a gray swimsuit, Evelyn wasn’t too pleased.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.