Ragib did not speak, his eyes staring at the apartment area in front of him. The last time he came back from the tavern, he stayed here for the night.
"Please allow us to ask Young Master, do you... care about Zoya very much?"
The veins on Ragib's forehead twitched. "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you believe that I'll shoot the both of you to death?"
"Don't be angry, Young Master. Let's ask, let's ask."
The two guards shut up immediately.
"You just care about it, why don't you admit it?"
Ragib asked again, "Do you have her phone number?"
"Miss Zoya?" The guard said, "No, I could have called the newspaper office to find her, but now it should be time to get off work. Young Master, when you helped Yael to follow her last time, you asked us to check Miss Zoya's hobbies. He should have got that phone number on the file, but the file is not here now."
Ragib's brows furrowed. It was indeed not there. That document should be in his residence...
