(Author POV)
Mrs. Arsinoe threw the brown folder that she had seen just now, some people there who saw the anger of Mrs. Arsinoe immediately bowed their heads in fear not daring to look, their faces reddened with anger that was ready to explode. nothing could calm the anger of the former mafia chief.
"Get out!!!! call my son!". Mrs. Arsinoe's shout made everyone rush out, not daring to stay in the same room for long. the hot aura felt terrible because of the madam's increasing emotions. Soon his son entered and looked calmly at his mother.
"What is wrong?". Marvel stroked her mother's cheek lightly, staring intently for weakness in her nearly exploding emotion.
