Marvin forced himself to move, to appear calm, despite the tension in the room. His sharp mind reminded him of one thing: the Scandinavian disguise he wore that day during his encounter with Billy. Blond hair, pale skin, and blue contacts—everything about him that day was different from the Hispanic man he truly was. There was no way Billy could connect him to that altercation. At least, that’s what Marvin told himself.He stepped forward and sat down in the chair across from Victor, crossing one leg over the other in a show of forced ease. His face betrayed none of the swirling emotions within him, though his hands rested a little too tightly on the armrests.Victor’s smile remained frozen in place, a picture of composure, but his eyes sparkled with a cold curiosity. “So, Mr. Marvin,” Victor said, leaning back in his chair, “what brings you to my office today?”Marvin felt his temper flare instantly. The sheer audacity of Victor pretending not to know why he was here made his bloo

Five days later, the convoy moved silently through the dense woods, the faint hum of engines was barely audible as ten trucks maneuvered along the narrow dirt path. Each truck was massive, as their contents were hidden under thick tarps. Driving ahead of them were two sleek black SUVs and a gleaming Bentley, their polished exteriors reflected the moonlight cutting through the trees.The vehicles slowed as they approached a large warehouse tucked deep in the forest. It was surrounded by armed men, their weapons were gleaming under the dim overhead lights. Their eyes were sharp, scanning the approaching vehicles with practiced precision.From the center of the armed group, a tall man with a rugged face and a thick beard stepped forward. He wore a black leather jacket, his presence commanding respect among the men. He was a man who was notorious in the black market for his ruthless efficiency.As the convoy halted, the trucks formed a neat line while the SUVs and Bentley came to a sm

Luiz turned his head slightly and called out, his voice was loud and commanding. “Miguel! Bring de chest we brought with us.”From outside the room, muffled footsteps echoed, growing louder as they neared. Moments later, a muscular man in a dark jacket stepped into the room, carrying a small, iron-bound chest. The chest looked old but sturdy, its edges were reinforced with steel and its surface was marked with faint scratches, hinting at years of use.Miguel set the chest down on the wooden table with care, the sound of its weight thudded softly against the surface. Luiz waved a hand dismissively, his expression was calm but firm. “Gracias, Miguel. Now, leave us.”Miguel gave a slight nod, turned on his heel, and exited the room, closing the door quietly behind him. The air seemed heavier now, filled with an unspoken tension.Luiz reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, brass key. “Now, Marvin,” he said, with a tone that was low and almost teasing, “prepare yourself. What yo

Luiz stared at the tablet screen, his eyes darting back and forth as he read. Suddenly, his face turned pale, and his breathing quickened. “¡Madre de Dios!” he exclaimed, his voice trembling. “¡Es verdad! It is true! Everything you said… it is all true!”He pushed the tablet away as though it burned his hands, leaning back in his chair with wide eyes. “¡Maldita sea!” he muttered under his breath, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His hands began to shake again as he crossed himself for protection.Marvin leaned forward slightly, his voice was calm and steady. “You see what I told you, Luiz,” he said. “This is no ordinary gem. The Alexandrite carries more than beauty—it carries danger.”Luiz turned to Marvin, his expression was a mix of fear and relief. “Gracias, Marvin,” he said, his voice was shaking. “Thank you for telling me about dis. If you had not warned me, amigo, I would have kept eet. My family… everything we have… could have been destroyed.”Marvin gave a slow nod, his fa

The atmosphere in the mansion grew heavier as Victor Vayne, with his piercing gaze, continued to study Marvin, now posing as Isaiah Woods. Marvin felt a tinge of discomfort but remained composed, his face was partially hidden by the wide-brimmed hat.Victor’s voice broke the silence, his tone was sharp. “Take your head up, let me see your eyes.”Marvin didn't move, keeping his face down, with the brim of his hat hiding his eyes. He wasn’t going to let Victor see through his disguise so easily.Victor’s patience wore thin. “Are you deaf? I said take your head up.”Luiz Tarejo, sensing the tension and not wanting things to escalate, quickly stepped in. He shifted uneasily between the two men and addressed Victor with his thick Spanish accent, trying to diffuse the situation. “Victor, I insist you ease up. Isaiah Woods isn’t the kind of man who’s used to taking orders.”Victor Vayne’s eyes narrowed at Luiz's words, but he didn’t back down. His gaze stayed fixed on Marvin, who remained