2024-09-30 19:39:491 hour later, Andrew stood inside the tiny scattered room, he was sure this was the house his investigator had told him she stayed in.
But what he was seeing now was different, the room looked like it had been deserted for months. And why was it unlocked? Did she move? Andrew thought of many possible answers to the questions he had, but he found none. Concluding that this was not the house, he walked out of the battered green building and dug out his phone from his pocket, about to call his investigator and scold for giving him a wrong address. “Poor girl, I doubt she would come out of that alive” a voice flew into Andrew's ear, and he paused in his tracks. He snapped his head to the direction and saw two women seated on a bench at the corner, and they weren't there when he had passed earlier. Heaving a sigh of relief, he approached them to see if he could get answers to his questions. “She was kind, she didn't deserve such a cruel fate” the first woman said, her voice laced with pity. “Exactly, and Mr. Lethal doesn't set them free until they are dead or become mentally unstable” the second woman added. “He does that so they wouldn't be able to come out and talk about their experience in that death hole of his” the first woman said as soon as Andrew got close enough. “Excuse me, is this no 3 wall street? ” “Yes, it is, are you looking for someone? “Actually yes, her name is Benita” “Benita?” the first woman asked, her countenance falling flat instantly. Such an important detail did pass Andrew, as soon as he noticed the gloomy expression that had clouded the women's face, he decided to push more, maybe he could get some information from them. “Do you by any chance know her?” He asked, all though they had sold out that answer to him with their facial expressions, but he still wanted to hear directly from them. “Yes we do and…” the first woman said, stopping abruptly as the other one nudged her arms. Her mouth snapped shut immediately and she threw her face away. “Well, she isn't around as you can see, maybe you should come back later” She said dismissively At that point, Andrew knew they were hiding something he needed to know and he would get to the root of it. “I will give $20k to each of you , if you can tell me what I need to hear” “ Deal” the second woman who had been nudging the other one from talking blurted out without hesitation. “Your friend was taken away by Mr Lethal and I'm sorry you have to hear it this way” "What do you mean? Who's Mr Lethal? ”Andrew snapped , already getting pissed at how slow the woman was at telling him what he needed to know. The more she delayed, the more Benita was likely to get into more danger than she already was . “Mr lethal is a cruel loan shark. He offered people with low interest loans and after 3 months, he triples it and starts asking for a repayment in 3 weeks. If they can't pay it, he'll take them away.” “What!” Andrew growled, his eyes flashing with anger “Yes that's exactly what he does” “He owns a strip club where rich and dangerous powerful men go to relax, and take turns sleeping with one woman.” “His victims are used as sex slaves to please these horny men who drug them and brutally sleep with them .” “They pay heavily on each woman's head, and about 10 men sleep with her.” “Mr Lethal uses the women to do this everyday till they get sick, mentally unstable, or die after months.” “His targets are always struggling women…. “I think I have gotten the information I need” “Now where is this club of his located?” Andrew growled, his voice laced with fury The place went quiet as the women stared at each other All of a sudden, their laughter reverberated across the room as they bent forward clutching their stomach. “Wait, are you serious?” “Do you have a death wish?” “I didn't tell you this to go after him, you wouldn't even stand a chance” “Mr lethal has the tightest security in the world, nobody goes there without a membership card or else you get gunned down immediately.” “Where is the fucking club?!”Andrew snapped, causing the women to shudder, their faces turning serious. “Well that's the problem, I know it's an underground club located in the mountains part of the city but I don't know the exact location, I'm sorry” “No problem, I will get that information my way” Andrew said and In the next 2 minutes he had settled them, leaving them in awe. Andrew scrolled through his phone, and dialed a number Immediately a voice spoke up from the other line “Hello boss” “Philip, look into a club called Viagra, I need every bit of information, right now!” Andrew ordered,hanging up the call In less than 2 minutes Andrew's phone vibrated, he swiped it and placed it in his ear. “ Boss, I have sent the address and everything you need to know about Viagra club” “But…”his investigator trailed, fear clouding his mind. “Say it out” Andrew snapped, noticing the hesitancy in his voice. “Boss you need to hurry, the trade is starting in 5 mins and she could be auctioned to be gang raped at any moment from now.” “Leave that to me” Andrew growled , his voice thick with rage.
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Chapter 244 : Rules Must Be Followed
Anastasia had no choice but to oblige with her friend’s demands. She didn’t want to, but the pressure from their stares at the other side of the restaurant was enough to make her skin prickle. If Andrew was someone influential, someone whose name carried weight in the business world or social scene, she wouldn’t have even waited to be told before she introduced him to the group. She would have walked him in with pride, letting their envious eyes soak in every detail. But Andrew’s case was different. He was a nobody. Not from an influential family, not even a man who owned a small business or had any visible status. Just a desperate man, in her eyes, who wanted nothing more than to leech off her family by marrying her. In her mind, he was a disgrace — a burden she couldn’t shake off — and nothing more. Yet here she was, having to drag him into a circle that would eat him alive with their words.Reluctantly, she walked over to Andrew’s table. He was seated alone in the far corner, cal
Chapter 243: A Low-Life
Where’s your manager?! I need to see him.” Mirian’s voice came out sharp, each word carrying irritation that drew a few glances from nearby tables. Her tone was firm, almost commanding, and the staff at the reception desk immediately stiffened at her presence. She wasted no time explaining the entire situation, her hands gesturing animatedly as she turned halfway, ready to point out the waiter who had blatantly ignored her earlier. Her voice was fast, words tumbling out in an annoyed rush, as though the injustice she suffered could not be told in anything less than urgent detail.“Mirian, look,” Cynthia called suddenly, cutting through Mirian’s explanation. Her tone had a strange edge—half amused, half curious—which made Mirian’s brows knit in mild confusion.But just as she turned toward Cynthia, her movement froze mid-way, her gaze locking onto something that made her blink twice in disbelief. There, seated comfortably at a corner table, was the very man she had confidently mistaken
Chapter 242 : Just A Waiter
Andrew stopped mid-stride and turned his head slightly, his brow furrowed, expecting something urgent or at least worth his attention. The voices and soft music in the background hummed around him, but this one sharp command had been prominent.“Get me an extra wine glass,” the voice ordered without hesitation.It belonged to Mirian, one of Anastacia’s closest friends. She didn’t bother to look at the man she was talking to closely; in her mind, there was no need. Her eyes had already swept lazily over his simple polo and plain jeans with no luxury item in sight and had decided he couldn’t possibly be anything other than a waiterShe didn’t care that Andrew’s clothing didn’t match the waiters—the staff here wore crisp white shirts, black waistcoats, and polished shoes. In her eyes, the man didn’t look like someone who belonged in a place where the cheapest wine bottle cost more than some people’s rent. Therefore, he must be here to serve.Andrew didn’t answer. He saw no reason to.
Chapter 241 : Mistaken Identity
Andrew showed his card to the security guard at the entrance, his expression unreadable, and without further questions, he was led into the restaurant.Andrew followed the waiter through the grand entrance, his steps steady, the click of his shoes muffled by the thick carpet. The restaurant exuded quiet opulence—golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over polished marble floors, crystal glasses catching the light like tiny prisms, and the subtle hum of hushed conversations blending with the gentle strains of a piano in the corner. He had no intention of being distracted, yet as they wove past a row of neatly dressed diners, his eyes instinctively scanned the room—and froze. There, sitting in an intimate corner, was the last person he had expected to see.Anastacia Ashton.She sat at a table with five others, all elegantly dressed, their posture and laughter carrying the air of people who knew they belonged. Her laughter, bright and effortless just moments ago, faded the second she s
Chapter 240 : Rumors
About forty minutes later, Anastacia finally arrived at Havens Palace. Her friends were already gathered at their usual spot, chatting and sipping their wine. They greeted her warmly when she walked in, but there was a certain curiosity in their eyes. She pulled out a chair, sat down, and joined in a brief conversation about the latest events in town, trying to act as though she hadn’t noticed the way they glanced at her from time to time. Cynthia, one of Anastacia’s friends, leaned forward with a knowing glint in her eyes. “Anna, you didn’t come with our in-law?” she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm and mockery, her smile wide enough to let Anastacia know she was baiting her. “Cynthia!” Dorothy scolded sharply, rolling her eyes in irritation. “Must you always start trouble the moment she arrives?” Mirian, another of Anastacia’s friends, cleared her throat in an awkward attempt to diffuse the tension, while Paul shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his jaw tightening as he gr
Chapter 239 : The Dinner
Anastacia was sitting in the living room on her laptop, fingers lazily tapping across the keyboard as she scrolled through unread emails and half-finished tasks. Her phone vibrated beside her, lighting up with Dorothy’s name. She picked up, already knowing what the call was about. Dorothy, ever the timekeeper, was calling to remind her of their monthly dinner scheduled for later that night. It was the routine dinner held by her former classmates, a tight-knit circle that had evolved into business partners over the years. They created the club to stay connected and build stronger networks, mixing social bonding with subtle business talk. Anastacia had been a part of it from the start—before her life spiraled into unwanted headlines and whispered gossip."Dorothy," she muttered under her breath and picked the call."Hey Stacia ! You didn’t forget our dinner tonight, right?"Anastacia hesitated, her fingers frozen above the keyboard. "Dorothy... I thought it was next weekend."Doroth
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