"Karen, what happened?" Nicholas is a thirty-something white Frenchman. His features are extraordinarily profound. He is tall and well-built, and if judged by appearance, he would be classified as a handsome hunk. This is why Karen is so smitten by him.
"There has been an incident. Overnight, my four branches were wrecked by Interpol. More importantly, lately my supplies have been consistently intercepted midway. The flow of goods has been utterly disrupted, which my contacts attributed to a mysterious buyer hoarding vast quantities of goods at high prices! Damn it! Someone is clearly trying to sabotage me! I have to look into it!" Karen spoke coldly.
"Do you still need to fear them?" Nicholas took her hand, wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her affectionately.
