Confusion took over her face. Angela's brows furrowed deeply, and she hesitated as she reached for the envelope, pulling away before touching it. She appeared to want to say something, but no words came out of her mouth.
She looked over to her side—to Gael, whose eyes were on her. His expression was unreadable, impassive, even—as if he was only observing her, unperturbed by what his father just revealed. Did he know about this?
"I…I don't understand," she said, clutching her clammy hands together. The air in the study felt tense as five Mafiosos stared at her, waiting for something she didn't know what.
