Chapter 202 Mr. Vittorio Must Be Open
The blond man flipped Giorgio's phone over, revealing the black text on the screen—
No preferred type.
Spot on!
Anna looked at Giorgio, her excitement mixed with gratitude. Did he know she wouldn't guess it and came up with this compromise?
That was a relief; they had narrowly passed the challenge.
"I'll spin it this time; it can't be us again." Anna walked over, sat down, and spun the wheel directly.
After two narrow escapes, she didn't want to press her luck a third time.
Fortunately, this time, fate was on their side, and the pointer landed on the blond man.
Time for a little triumph!
Anna commanded,"Pick a beauty passing by here or in the corridor and kiss her on the cheek."
During their school days, everyone loved this dare—it was thrilling and nerve-wracking, an emotional rollercoaster.
But the blond man just smiled,"What's so hard about that? I can kiss any woman here, except for you, Mrs. Vittorio."
With that, he stood up, leaned over, and quickly kissed the cheeks of two women, his movement swift and natural, without any hesitation.
The blond man continued,"This game isn't much fun for us. It's better with Mr. Vittorio and Mrs. Vittorio. I hope it's you again."
He spun the wheel, which whirred for nearly 30 seconds before steadying, pointing directly at Anna.
"Yes!" He smiled triumphantly and looked at Anna,"After two rounds of Truth or Dare, as a gentleman, let's go with Truth for Mrs. Vittorio this time."
"I agree. Where's the list the waiter provided earlier?"
"Here."
"Mrs. Vittorio, when and where was your first time with Mr. Vittorio? I want specifics—time and place."
"Ah, that's an easy question; add two more questions later."
Anna was speechless.
Such a bold and blunt question, and it's considered simple? They really do think differently.
Giorgio's eyes darkened.
His first time with Katherine was an accident, remembered only because it happened during Enrico's birthday party. He hadn't shared this with Anna, nor was it noted anywhere. How would she answer?
And if she couldn't answer such a simple question, what would outsiders think?
While Giorgio was contemplating a way out, Anna, with a mix of embarrassment and certainty, spoke up:
"Four years ago, at the Moretti Hotel, nine o'clock at night."
Her words were clear and confident, and every word was correct.
Giorgio's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at Anna with surprise. How could she know? Had Katherine told her?
What he didn't realize was that night, that moment, was a pivotal turn in her life—a night of pain, destruction, and sorrow. How could she forget?
The others showed no surprise; after all, women are creatures of ceremony. It’s natural for them to remember significant days. That's why they had said it was an easy question.
The blond man quickly asked,"Can Mrs. Vittorio remember what Mr. Vittorio wore that day? Who undressed whom first?"
Such a direct, detailed question!
Giorgio's gaze grew even more intense. He himself didn't remember these details. How could Anna, an outsider, possibly know?
He tried to deflect,"Such private questions, let's skip them. How about I drink three glasses instead?"
"No, no, no, the more private, the more fun the game is. Besides, it's just taking off clothes, what's so private about that?"
"Right, Mr. Vittorio, you have to be as open-minded in the game as you are in business."
"Mrs. Vittorio, you agree, right?"
Anna was certain now—someone was pulling strings behind the scenes.
Unfortunately for them, they hadn't counted on her being the true protagonist of that night.
She looked at Giorgio, calm and collected:
"Giorgio was wearing a white shirt that day, stained with red wine on the front, a light beige tie, and no suit jacket. I was the one who went up and started undressing him."
At that time, she mistook the bright red wine for blood and approached out of kindness. If it weren't for her good intentions, things would be different now...
As her words fell, incredulous gasps filled the room:
"Mrs. Vittorio is truly exceptional, remembering such details."
"So it was Mrs. Vittorio who made the first move, Mr. Vittorio is gentler and more restrained than we thought."
"She took the initiative the first time, haha"
Teasing laughter echoed around her.
Giorgio's noble and elegant face remained unchanged, his gaze fixed on Anna.
He hardly remembered the details of that day until she mentioned them—how his clothes got stained with wine by a woman's accidental bump, how he took off his suit jacket, and went upstairs to shower.
How could she possibly know all these details so clearly?
If it was Katherine who had told her before, she wouldn't have shared such trivial matters.
His gaze was too intense and probing.
Anna inadvertently looked back and met his deep, striking eyes, her face freezing in surprise.
What was happening? Had she said something wrong? Why was he looking at her like that?
Feeling out of place and not wanting to continue the game, she stood up:
"Excuse me, you play on. I need to use the restroom."
Giorgio watched her leave, his long fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest of the sofa, his entire demeanor shrouded in a deep, meaningful cloud.
Afterward, everyone felt the game was no challenge for the couple and not much fun, so they decided to quit.
"Mr. Vittorio, shall we drink until we drop tonight?"
"I've brought a special vintage wine from France, you can't refuse, and no leaving early."
Giorgio pulled himself out of his thoughts, naturally finding drinking easier than playing games, and nodded with noble ease:
"Alright."
In the restroom.
Anna washed her hands with cold water, trying to calm her thoughts.
That was too close. If she hadn't been the person involved, she couldn't have answered, and her cover would've been blown. That memory was the last thing she wanted to revisit...
No, she had to find out which waiter designed this, to know who was probing her from behind, to devise a strategy to deal with it.
Anna stepped out of the restroom, ready to look for the waiter in charge of their private room, when suddenly someone bumped into her.
"Miss, save me."
The woman had a beautiful, ethereal face, flushed and with a helpless look in her eyes—clearly drunk!
Looking ahead, a group of menacing figures was chasing her, undoubtedly after her.
Most people would avoid such trouble to not bring misfortune upon themselves.
But Anna, reminded of how Black Jack had once plotted against her, felt sympathy and pulled the woman behind her, leading her towards the safety of the private room.
They hadn't gone far when the menacing thugs caught up:
"Miss, mind your own business. Hand her over to us, or you'll be as unlucky as she is tonight."
Unlucky?
She had had her fair share of bad luck in life and wasn't bothered by a bit more.
Anna, undaunted, faced the men,"This lady doesn't wish to go with you. Forcing her is a crime."
"Heh," the big thug laughed mockingly,"Do you even know who she is? Ask her name, then come back and talk to us."
What did he mean?
Was this woman someone significant?
Worried she might be rescuing the wrong person, Anna hesitated, then asked the woman:
"Who are you...?"
Then she heard the woman utter a name that took her by surprise.
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