Chapter 5 Mr. Sergin not Alex

"Alexander's point of view,"

I can't believe what I'm seeing; I never in my wildest thoughts imagined I would discover the girl I've been looking for, for so long at a party like this. At this moment, I am so ecstatic to see her in front of me that it is difficult for me to contain my emotions, so I immediately move to hug her.

"What are you trying to do, Mr. Sergin?" By holding up her palm in front of me, she signaled for me to halt.

Mr. Sergin?

Has she forgotten that I am her Alex? When she sees me, it has replaced her normally cheerful smile with an expression as icy as a glacier.

"Are you still upset with me?" I met her gaze and pondered the mystery of her mind.

"I do not understand what you are talking about, and for your information, let me tell you I have moved on by forgetting my past." She spoke with such bitterness that it wounded me deeply to hear her, yet I could tell that she was suffering. The words on her tongue and in her gaze did not match up at all.

"What are you doing at this party?" I didn't like how everyone around me seemed to stare at her with lustful desire. After all, she is mine, and I am the only one who has any rights to her. I still cannot tolerate letting anyone else see her. I wanted to gouge out every man's eyes in my vicinity who was gazing at Maria with lust, but I restrained myself by thinking of the party's atmosphere and my mafia reputation.

"Who are you to interrogate me? Do I have to reiterate your boundaries to you once more?" It looked like her eyes were hurling a dredger of rage at me. She continues to hold on to the past in her heart.

"By the way, I was going to ask you what you were doing here, but after seeing your grand welcome, I already know who you are and what you're there for."

I was at a loss for words in the face of her taunting tone. She always jumps to conclusions before hearing my side of the story.

"You misunderstood me, Maria; things are not always as they seem."

"Mr. Sergin, please don't drag our past personal relationships into our profession. Don't call me by my first name anymore; instead, refer to me as Miss Blanco, like everyone else.

I have to meet the rest of the guests, so please excuse me."

What the hell is going on? Why is she talking to me in this tone, and what is she doing here? She instructed me to act professionally around her but didn't specify what profession she was referring to.

My attention shifted to where she was standing. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but there was a lot of laughter. How dare she? Why does she purposely annoy me in this way? Any other man with her is intolerable to me.

Why is she dressed in such an alluring outfit? She looks lovely, as usual, but I couldn't help but wonder why she was at this party.

'How are you doing, Mr. Sergin?" I awoke from my trance when I heard Mr. Boris' voice.

"Fine," I hadn't taken my gaze off Maria.

"Humm,Do you know her?" When I heard Mr. Boris's query, I gave him a puzzled expression.

Should I be honest with him or wait to tell anyone about us until I've spoken to Maria?

"No, I do not know her." Even though I attempted to focus on something else, I couldn't help but feel that it obstinately locked my eyes on Maria.

"Sorry again to hear about the loss of your boss. Unfortunately, I could not make it to the burial because I was....," Each time the mention of my dad, my mind immediately flashes back to the last time I saw him.

"Not an issue, Mr. Sergin; I understand your predicament." Mr. Boris's eyes were displaying sympathy blatantly.

"Now, who is in charge of the Marco Gang?" I inquired as I watched Mr. Boris.

"You are here, Alexander. I spent a long time seeking you out. After all, I need to introduce you to a few of my close buddies." The chairperson cut us off before Mr. Boris could respond to my query.

"Sure," I motioned to excuse myself and followed the chairperson while staring at Mr. Boris.

They introduced almost everyone in the hallway to me, but he hasn't told me anything about Maria yet. My curiosity about why she was even at this party increased in intensity, but I still did not know why the chairperson was trying to introduce me to these pointless people.

I am wasting my time by making small talk with the partygoers and putting on a fake grin when all I want to do is find out why she is here. And yet, despite my best efforts, I stare at her repeatedly. And when I see her, I get the impression that she is acting flirtatiously with other people just to make me jealous. This girl still can get on my last nerve.

"How dare he touch her?" I could not contain my rage when the man placed his hand on her waist while speaking to her. Although I want to break that man's hand right now, I know it would be wrong of me to do so. But I'm not able to quell the rage that is boiling inside of me.

The chairperson led me to a corner of the hall, where Maria was standing with the man. While I was walking towards her, watching how close Maria was getting to that man only made me angrier. I don't want to cause a commotion at this party, but the man in front of me is driving me insane.

As I clenched my fist in frustration, the wine glass dropped to the floor.

"Alexander, meet Miss Blanco, the new head of the Marco gang." I was stunned after hearing the chairperson.

"What?

Maria, do you run a mafia group?"

No, it's not possible. The chairperson's statements rang false to me.

"Hello, Mr. Sergin, may I ask to which gang you belong?"Maria confidently reached out her hand and asked me.

"Mr. Sergin recently took command of the Bonano gang."

"What? You're the boss of the Bonano gang, right?" Maria's expression changed drastically as she listened to the chairperson.