Antonio: Vengeance in Disguise

Chapter 6

Just as the two burly guards began to step forward, Antonio didn’t flinch. 

Clearly, they had no idea who he was. If they did, they’d be bowing, not barking.

He casually extended a hand, stopping the guards.

Clara watched with a mocking smile, but to her surprise, the guards actually froze in place.

“What the hell...?” Clara frowned slightly.

What she didn’t realize was that, in that brief moment, a powerful aura had erupted from the man, so overwhelming that the guards didn’t dare to disobey.

Calmly, Antonio turned to Clara again.

“You’d better contact your general manager right away,” Antonio said. “If I’m the one who ends up calling her, it might be too late. And that won’t be good for you.”

Clara arched a brow and a faint smirk tugged at her lips. 

The audacity! A man dressed like that, still insisting on seeing her boss? 

She didn’t know who he was, but she was sure of one thing. He couldn’t be much different from the drifters she passed on her way to work.

"Hilarious! Who do you think you are?!" Clara said, staring at Antonio as if he were a lunatic.

Antonio took a step forward, unbothered. 

“Antonio. Just tell her my name. She’ll want to hear that.”

Upon hearing the name "Antonio", Clara was surprised. 

That name rang a bell. She remembered that her cousin, Harry, had once mentioned the name “Antonio” to her.

She tried to take a closer look at Antonio.

Wasn’t he the husband of Elaine, the rich woman Harry was always talking about? 

Harry had mentioned that she could give him a ton of money and help his whole family live the good life again—except for one small problem: her husband. 

Oh, right, the guy standing in front of him now.

"Antonio. Oh. You. " Clara sneered.

Now it clicked. Clara gave Antonio another once-over, from head to toe, barely hiding her amusement. 

No idea what Harry’s so worried about. How could Antonio be even a problem. Hell, he wasn’t even in the same league as Harry. Not even close.

“For god’s sake! I don’t know how a woman like Elaine puts up with trash like you.”

“But hey, it won’t be long now. My cousin’s coming back! Elaine’s gonna drop you the moment she sees what a real man looks like.”

“Your cousin? Harry?”

Antonio raised an eyebrow.

The realization clicked into place. He’d heard Harry had a cousin. It looked like entitlement ran in the family.

Clara flashed a sly grin.

“Damn right. Harry’s my cousin.”

“Oh, and just so you know, he’s about to close a massive deal with Bellagio Group.” 

“Once that’s done, he’ll be soaring to the top, so am I… while you languish in that pathetic hole you came from.”

Hearing this, Antonio let out a cold chuckle.

“You’re awfully confident in Harry, right?” Antonio said, tilting his head slightly. “Are you sure he can secure this partnership?”

Who else can? You? ” Clara scoffed, “You’re not even worthy of wiping your face with the rugs in this place.”

How could she even know, Antonio held the final say in Bellagio Group’s affairs.

She only spoke so boldly about a deal he alone had the power to approve.

“Interesting,” Antonio murmured with a smirk, “Let’s see how he secures the contract, and how you soar to the top.”

“I just have a piece of advice to you: Better watch your mouth.” 

“Keep talking recklessly, and you might find yourself out of your job.”

Clara’s smile vanished. 

“Are you threatening me?”

Antonio didn’t flinch. 

“I don’t make threats. I state facts.”

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” Clara smacked her lips in annoyance, then turned and shouted at the security guards who had already gathered.

“Hey! Get this clown out of here,” she snapped. “This worthless pest is disrupting the peace and dignity of this company!”

More guards arrived on the scene, eyed Antonio with clear disdain. None of them recognized Antonio.

Why would they?

He’d always kept a low profile, handling company matters remotely through emails and calls, never setting foot in the building.

The guards were about to grab Antonio by the arms when his phone rang. 

Unfazed, Antonio reached into his pocket and calmly answered the call.

“Antonio, you're late! Where are you?” 

A familiar female voice came through the speaker. 

Professional, yet laced with a playful edge that made Antonio’s lips curl into a faint smile.

“I’m downstairs,” 

Antonio replied in his usual composed tone.

“The receptionist won’t let me up.”

“What?... Don't worry, I’ll be right there.”

Antonio ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket as if nothing had happened.

Clara scoffed loudly. 

“Wow. Really? Are you faking a call? Who were you pretending to talk to?”

Antonio slid his hands into his pockets, glancing at her sideways, and then he said flatly,

“The CEO of Bellagio Group.”

At this, Clara burst into loud laughter.

“The CEO of Bellagio Group?? Do you even know who she is?!”

She turned to the security guards. 

“Guys, did you hear that? He says he's talking to the CEO of Bellagio Group?!”

“Oh my god, he shouldn’t just be kicked out. This guy has delusions! He should be sent straight to a mental hospital!”

The security guards laughed along with her.

Clara waved her hand impatiently.

"Just get this trash out of here as soon as possible, before he causes more trouble."

Just as the guards were about to push Antonio out, the clicking of high heels echoed through the lobby.

A woman entered—tall, poised, and breathtakingly elegant. 

She was dressed in an impeccable navy-blue suit with her long, dark hair flowing smoothly down her back.

Her sharp, captivating features carried an air of authority that made everyone instinctively straighten up.

The woman was Cynthia Morris, the CEO of Bellagio Group!