"Is the godfather an American?" Chiara wondered, "I don''t think there are any Americans in the Mafia? But the boy is not Italian!"


    "The child was adopted by the godfather," Nicolo exined, "the godfather was unmarried all his life and had no children of his own. The boy was said to be brought back by the godfather when he went to the US more than ten years ago. Although he was not his son, the godfather brought him up like his own kid and chose the best teachers and bodyguards to teach him and protect him. The boy is also very respected in the gang. No one dares to offend him."


    Chiara nodded and then shuddered at the thought of the young man''s cool, emotionless eyes and the eagle tattoo on the back of his thin neck.


    "Since he warned us not to touch that American woman''s hair, you must not go against him. Today you''re just lucky. Do not annoy him again, or don''t me me for not being able to protect you." Nicolo warned her.


    Chiara nodded reluctantly and then asked, "But I don''t quite understand. Why would that kid help you tie up that bitch?"


    Nicolo shook his head. "I don''t know. He didn''t want to talk about it, so I didn''t dare ask."


    "What does he want now? He helped you tie Schultz up but not let me vent my anger on her? What is he waiting for?" Chiara looked perplexed.


    "He''s waiting for someone." Nicolo squinted.


    * * *


    A five-star hotel, Mn.


    Dn had just showered. Now he was wearing a white bathrobe with the cor slightly open, reading business emails through hisptop on the sofa.


    His secretary and the senior management would send important business matters to him every evening, but he could not focus his attention on work now.


    He went over endlessly in his thought of the sex in her dormitory, her soft skin, her tears, her delicious body. The heat inside him had notpletely subsided.


    This was the first time they had sex after his return from NY.


    He still couldn''t remember their past, so it was the same as their first sex for him. It was so exciting that he could hardly prevent himself from thinking about it.


    Although he forced her out of anger today, he found fault with her somewhat deliberately.


    He had to admit that he had been thinking about having the little woman.


    It was just a chance to kindle his sexual spark.


    He had an impulse to tie the little woman back to the hotel even if she would cry or struggle hard.


    In the end, however, he restrained himself from annoying her in this way.


    The little woman was probably still angry.


    He''d better wait for her to cool off all night and look for her tomorrow.


    Suddenly, the cell rang, and its jangle seemed to hold a note of urgency.


    "Sir, Miss Schultz disappeared!" It was the little woman''s bodyguard.


    "What?" Dn started to his feet.


    "Miss Schultz left the school in a hurry this afternoon. When my colleague and I followed her across the road, a car shot out of a side road and nearly hit us. Then we lost her. We couldn''t find out where she went, and she''s not returned to the school yet…"


    "Is Mn toorge for you? Get more people and keep looking!" Dn shouted through gritted teeth.


    "Yes, Sir!" The bodyguard replied with cold sweat.


    After hanging up the phone, Dn frowned and called Savannah, but nobody answered. He moved about restively and tried to persuade himself that the little woman had just gone out for fun with her friend and would go backter.


    Just then, the doorbell rang sharply.


    He opened the door and saw a young woman and a young man standing at the door.


    The woman was Savannah''s roommate and ssmate, Elisa, who he had met outside Savannah''s dorm that night.


    And this young man... Dn''s eyes suddenly darkened. It was Andrew, the man that Savannah had been in contact within recent days.


    How did Andrew and Savannah''s roommate get here in the middle of the night?


    And the rtionship between them …


    Dn noticed that Andrew''s hand was holding Elisa''s hand tightly, but he didn''t have time to ask more questions. Remembering the bodyguard''s call, he looked at Elisa and asked before she opened her mouth, "is Savannah still at school? Why aren''t you together?"


    There was no doubt that Elisa came for Savannah. She shook her head and said hastily, "No, Savannah hasn''t gone back to school until now. I called her but couldn''t get through to her. Normally, she will let me know if she''ste for some reason, but she''s disappeared for hours. However, the police will issue the missing person report only after 24 hours have psed. I don''t know whom to turn to, and I can onlye to you!"


    Sensing her anxiety and fear, Andrew held her hand and pulled her closer to him, whispering, "It''s okay. Savannah will be alright."


    Elisa nodded with tears, much calmed at the heat of the man''s palm.


    This afternoon, she waited in the school with an exciting heart for Andrew''s arrival.


    She contacted her sister Ann, and Savannah took Ann to meet Andrew at the pub where she worked.


    Andrew would know he had got the wrong person when he saw her elder sister.


    Finally, Andrew came.


    They spent the whole afternoon recalling their first meeting in the mountain, and Andrewughed at himself for having the wrong person at the bar on Christmas eve two years ago.


    After sitting on the steps outside the library until it was almost dark, Elisa parted with Andrew, full of sweetness and excitement, back to the dormitory.


    She wanted to thank Savannah and shared her joy and excitement with her. Andrew also suggested inviting Savannah to have dinner with them tomorrow, and they nned to travel to the US this summer.


    However, she didn''t see Savannah. Another two hours passed, and Savannah had not returned. So, she called Andrew for help.


    Andrew found out where Dn was and drove her to the hotel directly.