Mahiru, her husband, and their child were invited into the VIP room by another high-ranking mafia officer.
The mafia officer said respectfully to Miss Mahiru, "Please wait here patiently, Miss Mahiru. I'll go summon that lord right away."
Mahiru sat on the sofa with her hands resting on her knees and nodded calmly. "Then I'll have to trouble you, sir."
The mafia member quickly left the room, instructing his subordinates along the way, "Bring in some fruit and desserts. Don't neglect the people inside. They aren't people you can afford to offend."
The two newcomers to the mafia exchanged a glance.
Although they had only joined recently and had no idea what identities the people inside had...
They weren't fools. Seeing how respectful this senior was, the people inside clearly had extraordinary status.
Thus, the two of them respectfully did as instructed. Facing the senior before them, they lowered their heads and bowed.
"Yes! We understand!"
The senior mafia member nodded in satisfaction before leaving.
The two mafia members did not dare slack off either. They practically treated the people inside like ancestors, quickly filling the table with exquisite cakes, desserts, and fruit.
Even the watermelon had been carved into the shape of a phoenix with exquisite craftsmanship and placed on display.
Akasaka's mouth had remained open ever since entering this room.
It was shaped into an O.
Akasaka truly could not understand Mahiru anymore.
If your status was so prestigious, why had you lived such a hard life before?
If you had come to Italy, your life would not have turned out like this. With your status on display, even the strongest mafia in Italy, the Vongola Family, would have treated you well.
In truth, Akasaka had misunderstood.
Mahiru's status was indeed highly valued within the Vongola Family, but