"Don't you think Irene and Matteo deserve a gift?"

"A gift for lying to me?" Lena's brows knitted together, she stared at Henderson with curled-up lips.

Henderson took Lena's hand in his, his lips curved in a smile as he gazed at her.

"Baby, I know they lied and you must have been really worried when Irene told you about the money she needed. But look at it this way, they probably just wanted you to take the job I'm sure they had no intentions to hurt you. Also, we owe them gratitude, I ...