Even if youve got nothing to add, you owe me an explanation. Whats the real reason? Hannah pressed.
Clive lapsed into silence for a moment before finally speaking, Something serious went down a while back. We lost comrades, and Mr. Vargas nearly nearly didnt make it out alive.
What? Hannahs brows furrowed in disbelief. Were you involved in some shady business without my knowledge?
Upon hearing this, Clive flinched, his silence unbroken.
Hannahs frustration peaked at his reaction. Fine, if you wont tell me, Ill contact Franklyn right now.
Seeing her reaching for her phone, Clive acted swiftly to halt her. Dont call Mr. Vargas!
He the explained, Actually Its not Mr. Vargas fault. His men depend on him for their livelihoods, but his business has hit a rough patch recently. You warned us to steer clear of the gray market. For the past half a year, weve been living off our past earnings to support our team. Mr. Vargas took a job from an old client out of desperationwe had no other options. It was supposed to be quick money: five million dollars in three days for just providing some muscle as bodyguards. But we never anticipated how deadly it would be. Mr. Vargas took a dozen men; only he and three others made it back.
Hannahs brow furrowed, her mind racing. Did Franklyn venture into Muvrand?
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Muvrand was notorious for its unpredictable nature. She and Bryson also had their share of tumultuous experience there.
What exactly did you do for this client? Hannah inquired.
Clives expression darkened. Mr. Vargas claimed it was a gambling event on an island. It seemed harmless at first, but by the end, the stakes had escalated to their very lives! They were stranded on the island without a means of escape and were coerced into gambling for their lives.
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Where is this island? Hannah pressed for more information.
Clive opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, a knock sounded at the door.
The bartender entered, bearing bottles of wine. Mr. Wainwright, heres the wine you requested. And the guests have arrived.
As the bartender served the wine, Maloney and Dotson entered one after the other.
Maloney nodded at Clive before taking a seat beside Hannah, while Dotson settled in nearby.
We can discuss this later, Hannah suggested, addressing the group. But first, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Pierce and Dotson. Theyre friends of mine.
After exchanging nods, Hannah delved into the recent events at the research institute.
Maloneys expression turned slightly shocked. Youre so quick to confirm its from your institute?
Theres no one else it could be, Hannah replied firmly.
Clive interjected, Then whats the next step? Should we restrain them and interrogate them?
His suggestion elicited puzzled looks from the others.
What? Am I wrong?
Maloney turned to Hannah, inquiring, Is Cadilind really in such disarray?