The Despised Son-in-law Is A Mafia Boss

Chapter 30

Her eyes gleamed with excitement and an unmistakable air of sophistication.

Samantha strolled through the living room, her steps graceful and deliberate, the camera poised to capture the beauty that surrounded her as her stylist made sure everything was perfect.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her ability to capture the hearts of even the toughest people and possibly preserve them for eternity.

Samantha smiled, her gaze fixated on the camera that was poised on the sofa. She had almost forgotten how much she loved to freeze moments in her life.

Clad in a designer ensemble, she radiated an aura of elegance and grace.

As Samantha struck a pose, her professional photographer approached her, camera in hand. He spoke with a respectful tone, his words echoing in the air. "I would like your makeup to be retouched, Madam."

Samantha turned her gaze toward the photographer, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Of course." With a click of her fingers, her makeup artist ran to her.