BECOMING THE WIFE OF A MAFIA BOSS
Bridget's lips curled slightly into a satisfied smirk. “We’ll see. Start the car and drive me to the city.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Hans said as he opened the passenger door for her.
As the car pulled out of the mansion’s long driveway, Bridget couldn’t help but notice Hans's composure. His movements were precise, his demeanor calm. “You drive well,” she remarked.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Hans replied without breaking his focus on the road.
Bridget tilted her head, studying him. “Why become a driver?” she asked suddenly.
Hans hesitated for a moment. “Personal reasons, ma’am.”
“Hmm. You’re full of secrets, aren’t you?” Bridget teased, though her tone carried genuine curiosity. Somehow, she
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