“Gala.” Jude recognized her as she stood up, smiling at him, and she gave him a small side hug. And yet as they were standing together, this model type woman looked tiny in front of the Mafia lord. That was the very first thing Sylvian noticed and somehow this did not surprise her. Also, she couldn't help but think, of course, they knew each other.
“I didn't know you were here in Italy..” Jude asked in his roughly aggressive voice, but surprisingly, he was very calm, it was just the way he talked.
“I am here for work. And the good news is that I get to work with your wife from now on.” Gala said. However, the word “wife” still was very uncomfortable for her to hear. Sylvian looked down at the table and now her entire face scrunched. This time, unsure of what expression would suit her bes
