Fury engulfs me. I should have known he would try something like this. His actions will result in his slow and painful death. He thought to trick me, and he will pay the price.
âYou are certain?â I ask Isidor, voice cold as ice. My fists clench on the desk, my rage building with each passing second.
âYes, sir,â Isidor answers, curt and to the point as always. His face shows no expression. âI saw the meeting with my own eyes. I also saw the body they loaded into the vehicle. Itâs only a matter of time before the MC figures it out and they blow it wide open.â
I curse in Russian, pacing to the window. I need to get a handle on this, and fast, because if I donât, Iâll be right back into the slums like before, and I canât risk that. Not after everything Iâve done. Everything I built.
I stare out into the night and order, âFind him and bring him to me. Then I want you to figure out how to get rid of this MC. I would blow it to smithereens and be done with it, but with this new information, it will bring too much attention. I canât allow that to happen.â
âTheir President is in the hospital. We can slip one of our people in to kill him and his whore off. They will crumble from the inside out.â
âBring this traitor to me first. I will send a message with his body,â I vow. âThen weâll deal with the others.â
Isidor nods and leaves. I donât turn around, or notice the man that slips off behind him. Iâm too focused on my anger, and the fact that my empire is crumbling. I will never allow that to happen. I have worked too hard, and I will not fail. Iâll die first.