After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 11

After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 11

Enzo sent them.

And he did not notify me beforehand, probably because he wanted us to think the endorsements had come on their own.

But Coco and I were not newcomers, and we were not stupid.

For endorsements like these, skill mattered, but relationships mattered even more.

Coco advised me, “Why don’t you just accept them? If he doesn’t say anything, we’ll pretend we don’t know. They would help you a lot.”

“I don’t want to owe him a favor.”

“About what happened back then, even if you don’t blame him now, he was still in the wrong. These things don’t count as favors. At most, they are compensation.”

“I don’t want his compensation either.”

“You…” Seeing how stubborn I was, Coco rolled her eyes in anger. “You’re hopeless. I’m not dealing with you.”

After Coco left, I called Enzo.

He answered faster than he had when we were dating.

But after the call connected, he did not speak first.

“Enzo,” I called.

He asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t send me resources.”

I was direct, so Enzo could not pretend not to understand.

He was silent for two seconds before saying, “Those were supposed to be yours.”

If over the past few years, he had not allowed the people around him to make things difficult for me and had not let Sofia steal what belonged to me, I should have won Best Actress long ago, gained status, and secured more endorsements.

At last, I remembered to ask him, “Why was I able to win this time?”

If he had never personally made things difficult for me, then with Sofia’s personality, how could she have suddenly let me go?

Enzo said, “Someone close to me spoke to the organizers and told them to be fair.”

“Your friend? Do I know them?”

When we were together, I had met most of the people close to him.

But Enzo suddenly became awkward and refused to say who it was.

I had no choice but to drop it.

“Then help me thank them.”

Enzo said, “Mm.”

After hanging up, I called Coco and asked her to find out from the organizers who had helped me behind the scenes.

Coco was surprised.

“So they didn’t just let us go? All right. I’ll ask.”

Not long after, Coco called back.

The answer was beyond anything I had expected.

It was Signora Vitale.

Enzo’s mother.

I had thought that when she advised me to break up with Enzo, everything she said had been false.

I had not expected her to truly recognize my acting.

And I had even assumed, like a petty person, that she might have been one of the people making things difficult for me.

Maybe the organizers also mentioned this matter to Signora Vitale.

That evening, I received her call.