CHAPTER 069
JULIAN’S POV
“And sent,” I said out loud as I finally pressed the send button on a business email to one of my most important clients. Hopefully, they get back to me on time – this deal was far too crucial to let it slip through my fingers.
I leaned back in my chair for a moment, letting out a tired breath before standing up. Stretching my arms over my head, I walked over to the mirror across the room, my eyes immediately scanning my neck for any bruises.
My fingers brushed over the spot that still felt tender, even though the marks had faded. How did he know exactly where to strike me? The precision of his attack wasn’t something an average street thug could pull off. It still haunted me, the way
everything unfolded at the café.
I truly thought I had the upper hand that day. I had faced off against men twice his size, men who were trained to kill without hesitation – and yet, I lost. Not just lost, I was humiliated.
The memory replayed in my mind like a cruel film stuck on repeat. His knuckles collided with my throat with blinding speed and brutal force, the sharp pain exploding through my neck. If he had hit just a bit harder, I might not be standing here at all.
The realization made my chest tighten. For him to have that kind of accuracy, that kind of power – it wasn’t a coincidence. No, this man knew martial arts, and not just the basics. He was trained and experienced. Deadly.
I clenched my fists at my sides, feeling the anger beneath my skin. That’s even more reason why Olivia can no longer stay with him. He’s a tyrant, a monster in disguise, and God only knows what else he’s capable of doing to her. I couldn’t stand the thought of her being in his grasp, at his mercy. She didn’t deserve that life, especially now that she’s expecting.
Thankfully, Olivia had already played her part. She had sent me the names, and the list of people he hired. Now, it was my turn to act. My responsibility to see this through. I owed her that much.
Determined, I turned on my heel and picked up my phone from the desk. My fingers moved quickly as I dialed the number of my best investigators and trackers, the ones I trusted to get results without asking too many questions. Time was of the essence, and I wasn’t about to waste another second.
Today, I was going to do everything in my power to free her from that nightmare.
Not long after I made the calls, th Successfully unlocked! stigators I had assembled arrived at my house. They were sharp, efficient, and loyal exactly the kind of people I needed for a mission like this. I greeted them with a nod and led them down to my basement, which I had spent weeks converting into a fully equipped operations room.
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Every piece of technology they would need was already waiting for them.
The air in the basement was cool, and the hum of the computers filled the silence as we descended the stairs. Screens lined the walls, displaying maps, databases, and live feeds from hidden cameras positioned around the city. My heart pounded with
anticipation. This was it. We were finally moving.
“Alright, sir, what do we need to do?” one of the lead investigators asked, adjusting the earpiece he wore as he glanced around the room, clearly impressed by the setup.
Without a word, I brought out a piece of paper from my pocket, I had already printed out their names on paper, and now it was time to get their information.
I handed the paper to the investigator, my gaze hard and unwavering. “You see these names?” I began, my voice low but firm. “I want everything on them. Where they live, where they work, who they talk to, their routines, their secrets – every single detail. I don’t care how deep you have to dig. I want their entire lives mapped out by the end of the day.”
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The investigator nodded without hesitation, already signaling to his team to get work. They scattered around the basement, taking their positions at the various
workstations.
As they began their search, I stood back and watched them with a growing sense of purpose. This was the beginning of the end for the man who thought he could control Olivia’s life. He underestimated me once, but I wouldn’t give him the chance to do it
again.
My mind was already spinning with possibilities, strategies forming like puzzle pieces. clicking into place. My basement was flooded with investigators and trackers.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Olivia’s number.
But she was still not answering, I’ve sent her over a hundred texts but she still hasn’t replied.
When we last spoke on the phone she sounded weird like something had happened. and she told me she was going to call back but she hasn’t, and now she doesn’t want to reply
I gripped my phone harder, hoping this didn’t have anything to do with Adrian again.
“Sir we found something.” One of the investigator’s voices said.
Already? I knew they did their job fast but I didn’t expect this fast, I turned around and walked up to him.
“Show me,” I said. Leaning in to see what was on his computer.
“One of the names you gave us, Nick Dibeny, was last seen leaving his job earlier this Morning, his ID says that his 35 years old, not married and he works in a car company as a driver.” The Investigator said.
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Must be the driver who hit the reporter
“He stays at this address.” The investigator said while pointing to the address on the
screen.
Now that we know where he is this is good progress, once we get him and his
confession he could equally lead us to the rest.
“So what’s the next move now?” he asked again.
“I’ll handle the next move, you guys continue looking for the rest of them,” I said straightening up and pulling out my phone.
Alright now that I knew his location I wasn’t going to go there myself, and since I don’t have clear evidence I can’t call the cops either.
So now need a group of special guys that would get this man, but unlike Adrian, they will not be thugs
These guys were retired naval seals who became mercenaries, and also friends of mine, I haven’t ever called them to work for me before but I guess today is the day.
I dialed their team leader’s number Ronnie and he picked up immediately.
“Julian, it’s been so long since you called, how are you man.” His voice said from the phone.
“I’m doing good, I need a quick favor from you,” I replied.
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