Chapter 690

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Matteo nodded. "I'm on it, sir."

The task, however, resembled the proverbial needle in a haystack, further burdened by the passage of time.

Just as Matteo approached the threshold, Mitchel's voice echoed throughout the room. "One moment!"

Mitchel's eyes shone with determination. "Bring me the file on Katie's bodyguard."

Quickly, Matteo presented Abel's file to Mitchel.

As Mitchel looked through the file, his brow furrowed. «Is Abel one of the murderers of the Dark Island?»

«That's what I heard. Mr. Glyn hired Abel for Miss Glyn.

Mitchel turned to the last page, which showed photos of Abel in action and in everyday situations. He stopped at a photo that showed Abel's intense gaze.

Mitchel remembered how Abel's watchful eyes always followed Katie. The look Abel gave Katie was different from the one in the photograph.

Doubt crept into Mitchel's mind. He hit the photo firmly. «Forget about watching Katie's movements. Keep a close eye on Abel for the next few days. "I need to confirm something."

"I will do that". Matteo nodded before leaving.

In an isolated area on the outskirts of the city, a man wearing a black suit was tied up, his face covered by a hood, and sitting on a sofa.

Suddenly, they douse him with cold water.

When the hood was removed, the man glared at his captors.

Faced with four imposing men, he remained undaunted and declared: "You are courting death!"

As the four imposing men moved aside, a handsome man stepped forward.

Abel's confident gaze wavered as he saw the handsome man.

“Abel, you know why we are here,” Mitchel said coldly.

Abel lowered his head, in silence.

Mitchel continued with deliberate intent: "Katie's son..."

Hearing Katie's name, Abel tensed.

Mitchel's smile grew. He was right. "It's yours!"

Abel shook his head vigorously, desperation in his tone. "No!" he insisted.

Mitchel remained unfazed, his tone even. "Your hair was compared to the DNA sample," he revealed.

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