CHAPTER 70: CORNERING HER

The building manager walked behind Daniel, his eyes lowered, his head bowed, every angle of his body trying not to provoke the devil in disguise.

"Anything interesting these days?" Alen asked casually.

Even his eyes were dark and serious, meaning only business, a complete contrast to how jolly he appeared whenever he wasn’t in working mode.

The manager considered everything and was about to speak when Kevin beat him to it.

"Nocturnal hunters are back. They already attacked a trafficking clan and freed 78 girls. Twenty-four have been sent home, and the remaining are being treated; some arranged for therapy," Kevin answered.

The manager looked at the man and understood Alen was talking to him. He nodded. It was good he didn’t speak up immediately, or he would’ve gotten into trouble for interrupting their conversation.

"What about you? Anything new?" Alen asked again, and the manager wondered if this time he was asking him.

When he didn’t answer for a second, Daniel stopped in his tracks, and the man nearly stumbled back and fell to avoid bumping into the back of the dangerous man.

"Uhh... sir, Mr. Lloyd is here with Mr. Sean. They probably want to deal with something related to Sean’s club. Also.... Strangely, room 606 was opened today. A guest has arrived unexpectedly after 4 years," the manager said, his words making Daniel raise his brows.

However, the man didn’t say anything; instead, he turned the corner and entered the elevator so they could go to the basement. The place that was exclusive to the Macros family.

"Is he here already?" Daniel asked.

His brown eyes almost looked black when he shifted his gaze to Alen, and the latter nodded.

The sound of his shoes hitting the tiles echoed in the silent environment as he walked towards his target.

In the center of the basement, a man was tied up with ropes on a chair, blood dripping from the side of his mouth as he looked barely conscious, a clear indication that his men had been playing well with the sample.

As soon as Daniel walked across the basement, his men stood in the corners to not interrupt whatever conversation their boss wanted to have with the tied-up man.

"Hello, Ahmed," Daniel said, a cold and calculating smirk stretching on his lips.

Daniel said, and the man who was barely conscious earlier opened his eyes wide.

"B-boss, it wasn’t me. I didn’t leak your whereabouts to the gang. Sir, please believe me. Someone is trying to frame me and—" The man immediately started groveling before Daniel.

"They took your name already. We have the evidence." Alen interrupted the fake melodrama, and the man in the chair shuddered.

Did they have the evidence? If that was the case...

"Sir, please forgive me. My wife is pregnant with our child, and they threatened they would kill her if I didn’t help them." Ahmed quickly changed his words.

Daniel threw a brief look at the man before he nodded and walked to the table at the far end of the basement.

It was no ordinary table. It was the kind of table with hooks and nooks for all types of torturous weapons one could use to make the person before them experience hell on Earth.

Daniel grabbed a steel bat with steel thorns protruding from it before inspecting it.

Alen swallowed hard before taking a deep breath to control his emotions from flickering.

The building manager was sent out of the basement so he wouldn’t have to see what was about to happen there.

Daniel touched one of the thorns of the bat, his eyes sparkling when it immediately drew blood.

This was good. He nodded to himself before walking to the man.

Ahmed’s eyes widened. For the first time in his life, he felt what seeing a grim reaper felt like.

"S-sir, please forgive me for this once. I won’t do it again. I swear my loyalty to you," Ahmed said, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Daniel raised his brows when he saw water dripping down from his chair.

Did the man just piss and dirty their basement already when their boss didn’t even try anything? Alen suppressed the urge to shake his head.

The one thing their boss hated, with no exceptions, was disloyalty.

In his eyes, once a betrayer, always a betrayer.

All this shit about his wife’s pregnancy was a facade he was pulling just to get out of the situation.

"You have been working for me for two years, Ahmed. You even personally punished some people on my behalf. What made you think I would make an exception for you?" Daniel asked before he raised his bat and struck Ahmed’s face directly.

An ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the basement, and the manager standing outside shuddered, his heart beating at a fast pace.

He should’ve known. He should’ve known if so many prominent figures were arriving today, it was natural someone would draw blood.

At the same time, Elara, who was trying to gather more information about the people who attacked her and contact their families with her system so no one would track it back to her, furrowed her brow.

She could’ve asked Justin for help, but the case he was working on was much more critical. Besides, she wanted to check if she still had it in her.

Though she probably couldn’t fight because of this shoulder injury, it didn’t mean she couldn’t do anything else.

Most of her work was done, and she stood.

"Is it over?" Antonio asked.

He had been standing behind her, watching her every move, listening to every conversation, and he finally realized he was probably just overthinking it and that Elara wasn’t a mafia woman for real.

Elara nodded at him before she grabbed her purse, closing her setup.

"This should ensure they wouldn’t be able to escape the blame," she said before she locked the gate.

Honestly, her purpose of coming here included something else, too. Still, with Antonio standing right behind her, she couldn’t risk doing it, not without risking her brother finding out about it.

Elara got into the elevator to go to the ground floor so she could leave when her phone rang.

"Hello?" She asked.

"What are you doing in the Black Streets?" Justin’s high-pitched voice nearly made her ears bleed, and she pulled the phone away from her ears before taking a deep breath.

Her brows knitted when she noticed how Antonio was barely controlling his smile.

"Don’t you dare smile," She pointed a finger at him before talking on the phone.

"Why are you still tapping my phone? Didn’t I warn you not to do that?" She asked helplessly.

Justin went silent for a few seconds before he ended the call.

Elara looked at the end call.

Just what was going on in his mind? She wondered and was about to call him, stepping out of the elevator once the door opened.

However, as soon as she did that, she heard one voice she didn’t expect to hear.

"How long will it take, Sean?" Andrew’s voice came from some distance, and Elara’s pupils dilated when she realized the man was there too.

She looked around. If she gets caught here, it won’t be hard for Andrew to figure out she was the one who instigated all the drama that was supposed to happen.

"I need to hide," Elara said to Antonio, who nodded and looked around to see an exit.

He looked at the fire exit and was about to pull her when someone grabbed her hand and pulled her away under the stairs, behind the large cartons of weapons placed there.

Elara’s eyes widened, and she was about to ask who it was since she couldn’t adjust her eyes to the sudden darkness immediately, but with the familiar touch on her waist and the way he smelled, she didn’t need to ask that question.

"Mr. Daniel?" She asked.

"Sshhh. Don’t speak, or we will get caught," Daniel hushed.

Elara gulped, her heart quickening its pace as she tried to look at him through the darkness.

She understood she was hiding because she didn’t want Andrew to find out she was here. But why was he hiding?

"Because hiding with you is fun," Daniel whispered the answer to the question she didn’t even ask, and Elara swallowed harder.