Isabella Gambino entered the dining room with her head held high, escorted by a guard.
The moment Natasha Bratva saw her, she halted the conversation she was having with Serena Lowe, turning her gaze to her.
“God grant me patience please,” she muttered under her breath, already overly irritated.
Andrei got up, and dragged out the chair between himself, and Hedeon for her to sit.
“Thank you,” she said with a smile, taking her seat.
Hedeon felt her beside him, and his heart rocked a little.
The free conversations happening in the large dining room quieted for a moment, as tension gripped the air.
“You look in high spirits, Gambino.” Vladimir broke the silence with his usual light banter when it came to conversations with Isabella.
“You know I like to eat,” she replied, following it u
