"Where is this?" Fernando glanced over his shoulder at Antonio.
Antonio approached closer. "The warehouse we need for what we want to do, you can buy here."
"Why here?" Fernando looked around, surveying his surroundings. They were far out from the city, in a remote area. No businesses, no streetlights or even traffic, there was nothing that could draw attention. Tall trees surrounded this place.
"This is the most secluded area where you can do what you intend to do. I don’t think it will be good to have anyone around or draw attention."
"Hm, is that right?" Fernando stroked his chin. "I see, I see. This is why I keep you by my side. Very calculative man you are."
"Now, where is the man I’m supposed to buy this warehouse from?" he asked.
The doors of the small warehouse pushed open and a middle aged man walked out. He approached them before Fernando could, bowing slightly. Naturally, he knew who Fernando was.
"It’s good to have you here. Mr. Stolov," the man said.
"Yeah, let’s get to the point." Fernando waved, dismissing. "How much are you selling this warehouse? I need it for sothing important."
The middle aged man stared at him, wondering what they could possibly want it for? But it was none of his business, so he said, "Five hundred grand."
"Oh?"
"I’m sorry Mr. Stolov, but soone else already tried to purchase this warehouse. I had to dismiss them for your sake. Don’t you think five hundred grand is fair enough?"
"Hm..."
Fernando eyed him narrowly. Well, five hundred grand wasn’t much to him anyway.
"Fine. Five hundred it is."
The middle aged man reached to shake his hand. However Antonio slapped his hand off before he could.
"Have you lost your mind?" He glared.
The older man quickly took a step back, bowing apologetically. "I’ll take my leave now." He didn’t linger, hurrying off.
Fernando glanced at Antonio, "Transfer the money to his money."
Antonio nodded.
As they proceeded toward the warehouse to check it out, Feernando couldn’t help but frown.
"Is there a problem, sir?" Antonio asked.
He nodded. "How do we get him here? We can’t just call him and ask him to be here, right?"
"Yes But I know a way that we can."
"Oh?" Fernando turned to look at him.
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Sabrina paced back and forth in front of the company. Was Nikolas Bastiani not coming to work today?
She glanced at her watch. It was already ten in the morning. Or could he be late just because he was the boss?
Well, what a...
Her thoughts trailed off, eyes dragging over to the rcedes in the front. Ah, a different car today, but she didn’t doubt for a second that Nikolas Bastiani was the one inside.
She hid at her spot again, and watched as the car drove in over to the parking lot. Following suits was a BMW which his proxy occupied. The chauffeur hurried down, pulling the door open, and as soon as she saw those pair of italian shoes, she wiped out her cara.
"Nothing is stopping from getting evidence today!"
Sabrina squatted to hide herself as much as she could, and with the cara she zood in, snapping a shot the second Nikolas stepped down from the rcedes. Elio got out of the BMW, following behind him.
"Wait..." Sabrina narrowed her eyes. The third car, an SUV that had drove in behind them, the person that had just stepped down from him. "Isn’t that...Tasso Aceto?"
Her pupils dilated.
Wait a second...
She saw the news of what happened to Fernando, and apparently the deal had been cancelled because Nikolas Bastiani proposed a more expensive deal. She recalled very well that Viviana did want a way to stop Fernando from succeeding.
"Don’t tell ..." They talked about it last ti. "Oh fuck." Her lips grew into a smirk. "So he did this for her. He’s Nikolas Bastiani, Viviana is his wife. Of course! That makes sense. Now that I think about it, why would a man like Nikolas Bastiani want a deal with Tasso Aceto so desperately. It was for Viviana."
’Ohhh, this is good’
Sabrina was gleeful as she captured everything. Even the mont where those high status workers of his, stood in a clean line before deeply bowing to him. She made sure to zoom into his face, so Viviana would not have any room to deny her words.
She took every possible shot, even as he headed into the company, his employees following behind quietly.
The second they were out of sight, Sabrina slamd her back against the small pillar that stretched to the sky. She slid to her bottom, grabbing at her chest. At so point in ti, Nikolas had turned his head as if he knew she was here.
She thought he’d been caught, but surprisingly he looked away, and didn’t bother to check for a second ti. Not that aware of his surroundings was he?
She clicked into the cara, checking the photos.
To think the man her best friend has married impulsively was Nikolas Bastiani. A man that even her own egoistic father respected. What were the chances?
She shoved the cara back into her bag. A large smile printed on her face and she hopped off, taking out her phone to make a call.
....
Inside the company, Nikolas paused on his feet. His eyes shone darkly, face hard as he turned to glance outside.
Elipo asked, "Sir...is sothing wrong?"
Soone had been taking his pictures. He was a vampire with heightened hearing and sight. While he hadn’t seen who it was, he heard every sound of those cara clicking, and boy did they take lots of photos.
"Elio."
"Yes sir?"
"I want the CCTV footage outside the gate."
"Ye?"
"Now." He stord off towards the elevator.
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