Chp 209 - National Secret

The familiar agal on the man’s head pricked Adam’s memory.

Same as the impeccably white ankle-length robe that made it seem like the man was coming from a different planet.

To think someone could find the time and luxury to dress impeccably in such a situation was beyond Adam.

All recognition ended with the shawl-like clothing on the man’s head that the black, double-roped agal was holding in place, though.

Adam still couldn’t recognise the man.

He was sure of one thing, though: unless Ameer had done plastic surgery, the man in front of him was not the haughty man who had almost killed him in Maradoit.

Yes, they dress the same way. Well, at least Adam felt all Arab men traditionally dressed the same way.

“See there. I see the confusion. I am hurt, though but it is fine. I am Ilyas,” the man said in amusement as he saw the blank look on Adam's face.

“Il…Ilyas!” Adam said it a bit loudly as it finally dawned on him.

Ilyas was the head bodyguard for Ameer.

At least that was what Adam ha
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