Valentina nodded in agreement and worried about her daughter's uncontrollable anger. "Don't worry darling, we won't be living like beggars. And we will make sure that woman pays for what she did to our peaceful family," she uttered but her voice lacked conviction.
How would she ever do that when they couldn't fend for their needs? They needed a plan, something to salvage their crumbling empire and ensure Katrina's future.
In the study, Valentina paced, her phone pressed to her ear as she made call after call, seeking allies, favors, and solutions. Her face was red in anger, with almost hundreds of calls but no one ever offered any help.
Jonathan was equally engaged, trying to leverage his remaining influence to stabilize their faltering empire. They both knew that the Fridmans' rejecti
