“Please, sir, give me some time. I will find out who it is and how we can force them to repay the losses they have inflicted on us twofold,” the representative pleaded, his tone willed with desperation as he got to his knees before them. He knew that his failure to convince them would have dire consequences and would become Kassim 2.0, something he was determined to avoid after being aware of Kassim’s fate.
“And how do you plan to do that?” George’s face held an amused smile as he asked, trying to hide his annoyance for having faced defeat against someone new just because their plans were accidentally hinged on anticipating the response from the Rothschilds, and due to their enemy not really being the Rothschilds, their miscalculations during the planning had cost them dearly, exposing their lack of effectiveness after finding the enemy’s better foundation in Esparia when compared to theirs.
“Since we can’t expect the Esparian to do anything now, I intend to assemble a task force to start reinvestigating all the reports about Rina’s tour Rina and find out who else she had met during her visit to Eden and then investigate them as well. The people she might have met must be powerful enough to warrant a personal visit from Rina, which is also something they tried to cover by making it seem as if the reason for her visit to the country was to meet with the President,” the representative explained, not caring to wipe the cold sweat that was trickled into his eyes causing him stinging feeling in his eyes.
“Good plan, but you won’t be handling this operation alone since you seem to have a problem leading an operation. You will collaborate with Kassim, who has proven his competence over the past month after doing the task handed to him. Working together should help you finish the investigation faster,” George instructed, causing the representative to let out a bitter smile, but he still hid it, knowing that the moment George saw his resentment, he won’t even be given another chance to make himself get out of this after causing such loss.
“Yes, sir,” the representative replied, hiding the profanities he was mentally spewing with a smile on his face.
“Good, then you can go,” George said, dismissing him with a casual wave, signaling him to leave them alone. The representative wasted no time and immediately complied by leaving the room as fast as possible, not wanting to spend even a minute more inside that room.
After the representative had rushed out, George turned to his father and inquired, “Father, who do you think is the one behind all this?” trying to see if his father had his suspicions as to who it might be.
“At this juncture, there are none. However, it’s unlikely that they hail from a prominent family like ours either because now that I think about it, our counteraction with a bit of investment seems to have triggered someone’s primary stronghold, which they had already prepared defenses for. We should start by considering those individuals who have substantial power within Eden but limited presence elsewhere,” Aubrey said, hinting at the existence of some entities who only had a considerable amount of power only in Eden and nowhere else, meaning they were a juggernaut only in that specific country and lacked having any significant influence in other places like them.
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While most of the world was buzzing with discussion about it, Moscow and many countries from similar time zones were relatively quieter than the rest since it was a night for them.
Inside one of the heavily guarded neighborhoods famed for its safety, a place where numerous influential people had their residences, a beautiful woman donned in tight-fitting long trousers and a blouse, topped with a leather coat that was trying to partially conceal her perfectly contoured, natural breasts that were firmly grasped by her bra, securing them firmly. She walked with poise, making her way through one of the streets in the neighborhood.
Her composed stride continued until she reached a beautiful villa. She paused for a moment to gather herself before she started advancing towards it until she reached the door and rang the doorbell, and patiently waited for the door to open.
After a few seconds, the villa’s door swung open, revealing a man in his twenties whose eyes immediately widened in surprise as he took in the sight of the stunning woman who stood at his doorstep. A few seconds later, he realized what he was doing and recovered his composure while asking, “What can I help you with?”
“Someone wants you to answer for something that you’ve done to him before,” the woman responded with a captivating voice, making him almost entranced without understanding what she was telling him.
He needed a moment to grasp what she meant by her words entirely. Swiftly, he withdrew his right hand that was behind the door and pointed it at her, or rather, he tried to do so. However, before he could even react further and start making any movements, the woman before him lunged forward, her right hand delivering a powerful punch right in his abdomen. The force of this blow from the woman was quite massive as he was pushed back even further than what he had anticipated after being punched by a woman; at the same time, with a similar fluid motion, the woman used her left hand to seize his hand and disarming him of his gun, at the same time she crushed a finger that failed to let off of the weapon. This was immediately followed by her seizing the moment as she entered the house and firmly closed the door behind her to make sure there were no unintended witnesses.
“Who sent you?” Vladimir asked, his voice tinged with fear as he watched in surprise as the woman started dismantling the gun she had just taken from him while clutching his stomach as he still felt pain from the punch he had received a few moments ago.
“I was sent here by the Intelligence Department of Eden,” she answered as she started dismantling the gun, not planning to use it as she discarded the pieces onto the floor.
Confusion etched on Vladimir’s face as he struggled to really any interaction with her, her department, or even any connection to it, “What the heck is that? I don’t even remember having any interaction with you, the department, or even anyone connected to it, I didn’t even know that it existed in the first place,” he talked about, gritting his teeth, trying to buy some time for himself so that the pain in his stomach and his finger would subside a bit, which would allow him to take her down in a slightly better condition.
“Aron Michael,” she mentioned the name with as much respect as possible before she added, “Does that name ring any bells to you?” as she rotated the last piece of the gun with her finger.
When Vladimir heard the name, his eyes widened in surprise since that was a name that he could never forget; it was thanks to that person that he had got this promotion.
“Then, he should have sent someone who was smart enough to use a gun to her advantage when given an opportunity,” he retorted, his voice filled with frustration, as he lunged at the woman, aiming to throw his fist right at her face to hit her.
Seeing this, the woman simply smiled and took a graceful step to the side, intercepting his fist, and then swiftly turned around and back-elbowed him in the very same spot of his abdomen where she had punched him in the first place; however, she used even more force than the first time. The intensity of the blow forced Vladimir’s body to tilt forwards ninety degrees involuntarily from pain. Still not pausing, the woman once again elbowed Vladimir at the back of his neck, which at the moment was only at the level of her waist due to his posture. The force from the blow sent him crashing face-first onto the marble flooring, his nose audibly breaking from the impact before he fainted.
“Alright, now let’s get you out of here,” she murmured in a casual tone before effortlessly hoisting Vladimir and putting him on her shoulder, carrying him towards the door that led to the villa’s garage. It was as though she was lifting a lightweight pillow rather than a fully grown man.