A Luo looked around the empty secret chamber.
Wasn't the whole point of doing all this and drawing the Corleone Family's attention to stay here, infiltrate the enemy, and find out where Mom was being held?
Now that Vito Corleone was offering her an olive branch, she naturally had to accept it.
A few days later, at the Corleone Family's training grounds.
A Luo took on their ten highest-ranked enforcers one after another. Up in the stands, William Corleone looked at her as though she were a priceless treasure.
"Your name is A Luo, right? Come here and have a chat with me."
At his voice, A Luo looked toward the young man seated high in the stands.
The lofty heir to the Corleone Family studied her at his leisure, his gaze utterly unrestrained, as though she were a toy he had just acquired.
Or perhaps an intriguing new pet.
Beside him sat a girl who looked like a porcelain doll, with delicate features and large emerald-green eyes set in a flawless face.
There was one other person in the stands.
Vito Corleone, standing behind William.
While William's attention was focused entirely on A Luo, the shameless middle-aged man shot the girl beside him a fierce glare, signaling her to stop playing dead, get up, and attend to the young master.
The girl merely kept her head bowed in silence, sitting quietly to William Corleone's left like an exquisite ornament decorating this Mafia world controlled entirely by men.
As A Luo walked toward the stands, she thought over what she had learned in the past few days.
Vito Corleone had married once in his younger years, but his wife had later died of illness.
A few years later, he had married into another Mafia family. His new wife had brought