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DUAAAGH!PRAAANG!Aarav was completely dumbfounded as he heard the slamming sound of the objects that Marcolin had intentionally dropped. It happened so fast. Aarav was still too dumbfounded when he heard the sound of running steps simultaneously from inside the room behind him."Run!" Marcolin immediately pulled Aarav's hand to hurry.Aarav did not have time to fight back. Without realizing it, he was already running with Marcolin towards a turn that was not far away. Marcolin pulled his hand so he could hide behind the wall."What are you doing?" Aarav asked in a hissing tone of voice.Marcolin instead popped his head out from behind the wall, watching the people checking the location of the boxes. There were only four people-two were officers who recorded the weight of the box scales, while the other two were club guards.Upon seeing Marcolin's presence, the four men ran straight to him. Sudde"Five minutes to the rendezvous point of three box trucks and escort cars. Aarav and Marcolin, please be ready in your places." Aarav and Marcolin had finished taking inventory of the narcotics in all the boxes. After the instructions from Benzala, who was in charge of intercepting the three Warlckson Organization box cars, came over the earpiece, the two of them got ready to await the arrival of Benzala's bodyguards. Not long after, they felt the box truck they were traveling in suddenly go out of control. Aarav and Marcolin's bodies suddenly fell to the left, but they were able to immediately hold on to the handrails on the right side of the car. Aarav secretly curved a smile full of satisfaction. "It turns out that Benzala's bodyguards managed to tinker with this car's engine," he said with a chuckle at the end of the sentence. Marcolin nodded in agreement. At that moment, he didn't have much to say because they were holding their bodies together to keep them from swaying. The
Aarav was finally able to escape completely after executing an impromptu plan to set fire to the Warlackson Organization's narcotics trucks. Now Aarav is taken to the special headquarters of Benzala and his bodyguards. A different casino venue from the one where Aarav was held captive by Benzala-at the beginning of their encounter. Upon arrival, as they walked down the hallway to Benzala's private quarters, several bodyguards were already lined up on either side. They greeted Benzala's arrival. "Don't be surprised. They do this as a routine to welcome me every time I come," Benzala explained to Aarav when she saw the confusion on Aarav's face. Aarav didn't reply to this explanation. He just nodded in understanding out of respect for Benzala's explanation. They arrived at Benzala's private room, a fairly large place. There was a symbol of a black peacock with its wings spread wide on the wall above Benzala's desk. If you entered the d
"What are you thinking, Aarav?" Benzala's voice disturbed the silence Aarav had been experiencing for the past hour. Aarav's attention was instantly drawn back, noticing the figure of Benzala who walked up to him while shoving both hands into his pants pockets. Aarav was somewhat surprised by Benzala's arrival. But his surprise didn't last long because he then turned his gaze back to the front. Aarav quietly shoved the narcotic he had found into his pocket before Benzala stood next to him. "Nothing, Benzala. I've just never noticed the city in such a calm state," Aarav said, forced to lie. In front of Aarav, Benzala looked on with an incredulous look on her face. Aarav's movements seemed to be hiding something. Moreover, Benzala's eyes had caught a glimpse of Aarav's hurried hand movements as he hid something in his coat pocket. "That's strange. One wouldn't want to feel calm if it wasn't for thinking about something," Benz
"BREAKING NEWS: Another narcotics smuggling case was revealed after the police received reports from local residents that three box trucks were on fire. After the identification process, the box trucks were going to deliver packages of narcotics that were suspected to be smuggled at two o'clock this morning...."The voice of a television news anchor echoed in the living room of Watson's house. The aroma of tea soon wafted in from the side as a maid-woman stepped in carrying a tray with three cups of tea on it. "Really interesting news," Watson said as he took one of the teacups on the table. There were Aarav and Marcolin sitting on the long sofa for two. They also took a cup of tea each, and sipped the warm tea. The maid-woman had already left the living room. While Aarav sighed heavily after sipping the tea. "That was the plan you two worked on last night?" Watson asked Aarav and Marcolin. Aarav nodded his head with a faint
Aarav officially moved in today. A house not far from Watson's third house-just a different block, but still in the same neighborhood. After two days of taking care of the paperwork and all the details of the move, Aarav decided to bring some of his belongings first. While the rest would follow the next day's move. He had too much to do today. "Is this all your stuff? Are you sure you've moved everything you need for today?" Watson asked from Aarav's side. Watson was indeed the one who helped Aarav during the signing of the house purchase contract and other documents. Two days ago Aarav was still waiting for the old owner to move out, so today he could officially move into the apartment. Not only did Watson help with the paperwork, but he also hired a special porter. So it wasn't Aarav who had to carry all the stuff. "I think I have enough stuff for today," Aarav replied as he put his hands on his waist. "If there's anything missing
"Do you know what kind of narcotic this is?" Aarav's question was put to Benzala as soon as he arrived at the casino headquarters. Benzala straightened his seat after leaning against the back of the chair. His face showed curiosity as he looked at the small plastic bag of powder Aarav handed him. Without holding the small plastic bag, Benzala seemed to wonder for a few seconds. He was familiar with this type. "Opium narcotics," Benzala replied. "How come you have this?" "I found it in the narcotics box truck we burned yesterday," Aarav replied in a serious tone. Benzala gestured for Aarav to sit in front of him. Then when Aarav sat down, Benzala sat down, leaning toward him. "Why did you bring their narcotics?" Benzala asked, concern evident in her eyes. "What if you leave a trail as the perpetrator?"It was only upon hearing Benzala's question that Aarav realized his mistake. Aarav hadn't thought about the risk of
A welcoming party for Aarav's new home.Everyone from the business community - CEOs, investors, children of company owners - including Wiliam, Hansen, and even Kate and Maddie, whom Aarav met in two clubs, were invited. Aarav deliberately brought them all together in one event at Marcolin's suggestion. There was Watson and a number of investors who were his business relations. On the first floor that stretched wide and grand, the lights resembling the feel of a discotheque floor enlivened the atmosphere. Guests had gathered and were chatting with each other. Some were walking around and approaching other guests. A few other party guests gathered in one corner of the dance floor. A special place was provided by Aarav so that guests could enjoy the music of two famous DJs. Aarav also invited guests from the media. He didn't forget the people who work to release news to get his name trending. From the large circular staircase, Aarav walked down with Marcolin. His suits on his body we
For Aarav, the familiarity of the businessmen he saw now was false. After he had greeted the important guests, Aarav stayed in one corner of the room with Marcolin. It was now an intimate chatting session with each other. All the guests were giggling, gulping down all kinds of alcohol that Aarav had provided while clinking their glasses, and taking pictures of each other. Throughout all this interaction, a sardonic smile curved across Aarav's face. Aarav took the umpteenth sip of the white wine in his hand. But his sharp gaze did not stop paying attention to the people who caught his attention one by one. "Aarav, I'm becoming more and more convinced that your father's death has something to do with their business." Aarav remembered Benzala's words. Now Aarav wondered if it was possible that some of the people on the night before Rick's death were the murderers. Unfortunately, Aarav didn't know who the people were who were with Rick that night. Aarav's gaze fell on Wiliam and Ha