Chapitre 173: Pay What You Owe

Angela was in her living room full of mafiosos. If you didn't know who they were, you'd probably wet your pants, but not her. She'd practically lived with them for a few days in Gael's place, so her little feeling of apprehension was left at the door after they came in.

The men stood around the boxes of gifts, staring and holding the wrapping materials like it's the first time they had held them—or they just didn't know what to do with them. 

Wanting to get started, Angela gathered everyone around the kitchen island where she demonstrated how to wrap one item. The mafiosos watched her intently, their eyes following her hand movement so seriously as if she was assembling and disassembling a gun—or whatever these men do as a hobby. 

"See? Easy right?" she beamed, but Gael's men just stared at her and blinked a few times before they exchanged looks with one another.