Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Her only impression of this Gabriel was tied to a female actress under his Red Scorpion Group who was a thief.

That actress had stolen someone else’s husband and shamelessly claimed in the entertainment industry that it was a “tribute to her.”

Sabrina had seen shameless people before, but never someone this brazen. What’s worse, the entertainment company under Red Scorpion Group not only failed to punish this actress but even heavily promoted her.

Sabrina couldn’t stand people like that, so she decided to make good use of this opportunity that had fallen into her lap.

As she was musing, Gabriel arrived and started walking toward her.

Seeing Gabriel in his black suit, looking all sanctimonious, Sabrina inwardly sneered at him with disdain.

Though she disliked Gabriel, she couldn’t show it. She smiled and waved at him. “Over here.”

Gabriel looked over, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Sabrina knew he must be put off by her appearance.

She admitted that her face was deliberately made up to look this way. With the powder caked on so thickly, every time she smiled, it practically flaked off–a rather spectacular sight.

As an unrivaled beauty, if she didn’t make herself look ugly, it would be her misfortune if this unscrupulous eldest son of the Castro family took a fancy to her.

“You’re Sarina?” Gabriel sized Sabrina up, his gaze clearly doubting whether the Godfather of Black Hawk could have such peculiar taste. Aside from the layers of powder, there was nothing else to see on this girl’s face–she looked like a clown.

Sabrina grinned, her eyebrows arching. “That’s me, that’s me, it’s definitely me. So, how about it? Want a photo with a big star like me?”

Gabriel scoffed inwardly. He truly had no interest in a “big star” like her. Never mind her skinny frame–her face, slathered with thick powder, was enough to turn anyone’s stomach.

Gabriel got straight to the point. “Sarina, my secretary should have already told you the purpose of this meeting.”

Sabrina’s makeup was so heavy it could pass for a zombie in a post–apocalyptic film. The fact that Gabriel didn’t turn and walk away showed remarkable

restraint.

Sabrina blinked her golden eyes. “Aren’t we supposed to talk over a meal? I’ve already ordered the food. You’ve got to let me eat my fill before we discuss anything, right?”

Gabriel replied, “You can tell me the information I want first, then take your time eating. I’ll cover all the expenses anyway.”

“You’ll cover the expenses?” Sabrina leaned in closer, deliberately flaunting her overly powdered face in front of Gabriel. “Even if I stuff myself to death, I couldn’t eat up much of your money. Do you think this is enough to get the information you want from me?”

“Name your terms.” Gabriel subtly stepped back, the scent of powder on this woman’s face making him nauseous.

Sabrina raised her hand, holding up a single finger/“Give me this amount, and you can have any information you want.”

“Ten thousand?”

“Ten thousand? Do you think I’m a beggar?” Sabrina waved her hand in front of Gabriel. “It’s one million euros.”

“You’re asking for way too much.” The one who spoke was Loren, standing behind Gabriel.

“Gabriel, are you in charge, or is it the guy behind you who calls the shots?” Sabrina was never afraid of stirring up trouble. Apart from Marco, there was really no one she feared.

If he could secure cooperation with the Black Hawk Council, one million euros would be a drop in the bucket, insignificant. The key was whether the information this girl had was actually useful.