Chapter 90 Multibillionaire

• ROSALINDA
• The following morning, Carlo’s cries jolted me awake. He was hungry, and I was taking too long to wake up. He was used to having breakfast early, and there was no maid to make it for him as usual.
• Here I was in the kitchen, as early as 8 AM, making spaghetti bolognese for him and myself, as he had requested. Thank goodness my mother forced Sofia and me to learn how to cook; if not, we would have starved to death during our stay here.