While Angela faced her mother and half-siblings, Gael, on the other hand, took his time with Ivanovich.
A small smirk cast on Ivan's face, and he leaned back on his chair, looking smug. "You? You're going to make me the next Pakhan? With what power?"
"Of course…" Gael shrugged. "I can't guarantee your seat. That will totally be up to you. But if you agree with my terms, Pakhan will surely notice your…newly found network."
Prior to today's meeting, he had no idea who he would meet. But whoever it would be, his strategy was the same: offer something they couldn't refuse. It just so happened that the person was heavily inclined in the Bratva that Gael could already feel the sweet deal right at his fingertips.
