Ancona, Italy.
Lía walked back and forth in the kitchen, knowing that at some point Franco would enter and confront her, and she had no arguments to defend herself.
"I just hope Miss Sarah will receive me in her house."
And the most feared moment for that evil woman arrived.
"Lía, Mr. Franco is waiting for you in the living room," one of the employees communicated.
The woman's look became cloudy, she felt her legs trembling, but she wasn't going to show her fear, she straightened her chin as was customary, looked disdainfully at the rest of the employees, and headed to the grand salon.
She looked at Franco next to Susan and clenched her lips.
"He sent for me," she murmured.
Franco turned and looked her in the eyes, with that expression of anger and annoyance he used to have.
"Gath
