The Mafia Boss Threatened to Shut Down the Restaurant — Until the 3-Year-Old Pointed at the Waitress and Said "Mama"

Within an hour, Clara was standing inside the grand foyer of Rico’s sprawling, heavily fortified mafia estate. The absolute luxury of the mansion was overwhelming, but Clara felt a strange, lingering sense of déjà vu as she looked at the sweeping staircase.

Leo was fast asleep in her arms, utterly exhausted but finally at peace.

Suddenly, the sharp clicking of designer heels echoed across the marble floor.

Silvia, Rico’s beautiful but vicious new fiancée, walked into the foyer wearing a stunning red silk dress. She had seamlessly stepped into the role of the future mafia queen after Isabella’s death.

But when Silvia’s eyes landed on Clara, her flawless face violently drained of all color. She looked like she had just seen the grim reaper.

"Rico... what is the meaning of this?!" Silvia shrieked, frantically trying to mask her sheer, unadulterated panic with high-society outrage. "Why did you bring a filthy waitress into our home? And why is she holding Leo?!"

"She calmed him down," Rico stated smoothly, his sharp dark eyes observing Silvia’s panicked micro-expressions very closely. "Leo spoke today. He called her Mama."

Silvia hyperventilated, her hands shaking as she pointed a manicured finger at Clara.

"She is a scam artist!" Silvia yelled desperately. "The Russian cartel must have hired a lookalike with plastic surgery to infiltrate our family! You can't let her stay here! Throw her in the basement and have Dante interrogate her!"

Clara shrank back, holding Leo tighter, terrified of the cruel woman in the red dress.

But Rico didn't listen to his fiancée. The ruthless apex predator was already piecing the puzzle together.