Rowan
*Present*
I had expected a lot of responses, but realistically, I never thought that Ferrari was the next heir to the Russian Mafia.
He definitely wasn't who he said he was.
Waiting for him to come back with the wheelchair, I stared at the amount of money sitting in my account.
I had set a trap and Ferrari fell right into it. My conversation with Elio the other day came to mind, regarding my sudden frozen accounts.
Flashback.
"It seems that all my accounts are frozen, I can't send you any money even if I wanted to." I said to him over the phone, walking around the kitchen area.
Elio retorted sharply, "Those bastards are ruthless, how could they stoop so low?"
I scoffed, "It's so perfectly timed too. It's almost as if they just knew when I needed money..." I held that thought, something clicking at the back of my mind.
"Boss, is something wrong?" He asked, noticing my silence.
