Chapter 709

When Trixie Dalton walked in , Claude gaped. The woman had probably imagined she was out to have an exclusive tete-a-tete with Lucien Delano and had dressed to that end. Dressed in a green drape off-the-shoulder bodycon midi dress, she sashayed forward, with a pleasing smile, ingratiating and inviting, as she looked at the Mafia Don, who stood, his frown writ on his craggy face. The dress had a long cut in the centre and it showed off the blonde woman’s long, toned legs. She reached up to the Don in her heels, expensive leather cut-out brown Dolce and Gabbana shoes on her manicured feet with the vivid green painted toenails. Clutching a large handbag which screamed Marc Jacobs, she tossed the expensive Carolyn Crocodile bag on the couch as she flung her arms around Lucien, kissing him square of the mouth, ignoring the Mafia Don’s startled sons and men.