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I parked the car on the curb of Fifth Avenue, taking in the lavish stores that lined the area. It would be the perfect place to spend my husband's money. The five hundred thousand had been transferred into an offshore account, the black card gleaming on the dashboard.
"I'm all for shopping but this is new…The fashion designers usually just send us customized racks. What's changed this time? Honestly, I never pegged you for the shopping type."
Gabi inquired, seemingly genuinely stunned by my initiative. It was true that we had a whole team dedicated towards doing such menial tasks. Shopping wasn't a priority for us and was done only as a leisure activity. But even she could tell something was up.
And with good reason. Matteo Russo had ensured to train both his children in combat. He
