Escaping the Mafia Lord
Bundles of cash lay in disarray, their crispness and sheer volume a testament to Marcelo’s worth.
Georgina stood frozen, her mouth agape, as she grappled with the reality before her. The sight of such an abundance of money, spilling onto the pristine sheets, was both mesmerizing and disconcerting.
Marcelo turned to find Georgina standing behind him, her eyes now opened to the realization that their visit to the art gallery was far from a mere social outing. With a sly grin playing at the corner of his lips, he remarked, "Business turned out as planned, eh?" His words carried a tinge of satisfaction, confirming Georgina's suspicions that their presence at the gallery was a cover for a clandes
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