"Master, what are you thinking?" Kiera asked, noticing Magnus's deep frown. He had been lost in thought for a while now, and Kiera felt compelled to probe further, hoping he could offer assistance.
Magnus's eyes slowly rolled up to meet Kiera's. He held a serious gaze for a moment before muttering under his breath, "Argon Adler Hayes."
Kiera nodded. "I see you are still thinking about him."
"I couldn't have imagined that a person like him, someone unknown to me, would be plotting against me," Magnus hissed, frustration evident in his tone.
"Master, I understand that you took the informant's words as they were, but we cannot completely rely on them until we have tested them," Kiera advised cautiously.
"I know, but there is no way a name would be mentioned if he had nothing to do with it," Magnus added, his voice laced with conviction.
"So, what are you planning? Do you want me to send someone after him or bring him to you?" Kiera asked with determination.
Magnus stayed silent for a while before shaking his head, his expression darkening. "I don't think he will speak up like that. We have to find dirt on him through a man on the inside. Or else we might end up with a man like Orion's son, who doesn't speak." He seemed to be implying something deeper.
Kiera lowered his eyes and nodded. There was a heavy silence for a while.
"Master, I think the boy needs some medical attention. He seems to be traumatised and cut off from reality," Kiera suggested, trying to shift the conversation to a more pressing concern.
Magnus's hand turned into a fist. "If I find that Argon guy useful in getting me the information I want, I will be convinced that I should just kill that boy. He is nothing but a headache for me," he said, his voice cold and final.
"Yes, I will find out everything I can about this man and see if there is a potential threat from his side," Kiera responded, bowing before leaving the room. He closed the door behind him and yanked off his tie, his brows furrowed in deep thought.
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Back at Alister's office, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. Alister sat behind his desk, his darkened expressions casting a shadow over the room. The police chief stood before him, hands clasped and head bowed. "We are trying our best, our top teams are on the case. Please give us more time; we will find your granddaughter," he stated, his voice tinged with unease. Alister stared at him, disappointment etched in every line of his face. Losing faith in the police, he dismissed the chief with a wave and rose from his chair, moving slowly around the office. He was exhausted, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Gazing out the window at the bustling city below, he could only see Viviana's face, never fading from his mind.
"How could I have lost her like this? She was the only link to my son. My blood, I have lost it," he murmured, his tone laden with sorrow.
Knock, knock, knock.
His reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door. Alister turned to see his secretary enter.
"Any news?" Alister asked hastily, hoping for a breakthrough, but the secretary shook his head. Disappointment washed over him again. "Then what is it?"
"Someone is here to meet you, to discuss business," the secretary replied. "Mr. Argon Adler from Hayes Jewelers." His hands were clasped.
Alister's frown deepened. "Tell him to leave. I have nothing to discuss with anyone at the moment," he said, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
"Yes, I will do that," the secretary responded and left swiftly, heading to the waiting room where Argon sat, scribbling in a notebook.
Seeing the secretary, Argon shut the notebook and looked up. "I'm sorry, but the Chairman is busy and cannot meet you today," the secretary informed him.
Argon's eyebrows shot up. "But I had an appointment. I'm already here, and you're just telling me this?" Slightly enraged, his patience wore thin.
The secretary felt a pang of sympathy but was powerless to change the situation. "My apologies, Mr. Hayes, but the Chairman is under a lot of stress due to recent events. I hope you understand," he explained.
Argon stood up, slicking his white and black hair back, giving the secretary an unsettled look. "That is very unprofessional of him," he said, his voice edged with irritation.
"Please, I will reschedule a meeting for you," the secretary persisted, but Argon decided to leave, tearing off his tie and breathing angrily. "That old man doesn't realise how patient I am with him," he muttered, his head slightly tilted in frustration.
Kant awaited him in the hallway and approached as soon as he saw Argon's anger. "What happened? You came back too quickly," he asked.
"The old fox decided to get on my wrong side today," Argon hissed.
"Did he not meet you?" Kant's eyes widened in shock. "But if you don't talk to him about the diamond mine today, our company might collapse in a few months," he said, agitated. Argon gave him a plain look. "Tell me that again."
"D*mn it! With his granddaughter missing, how will we pressure him now?" Kant worried aloud, but Argon strode past him.
"Wait for me, boss," Kant called, rushing to catch up. "Where are you headed in such a hurry?" He got into the car beside Argon.
"Where to now?" Kant asked from the driver's seat as he started the engine. For a moment, Argon remained silent, his face drawn in a deep frown, his hand cupping his forehead, veins popping out on his tense hand.
"To Rose Deli," Argon muttered under his breath, his voice laced with resolve. Kant's eyes darkened, and he clutched his stomach in anticipation. "Are you sure?" he asked, dreading the visit as the food there was far from his preferred taste.
"Just drive!" Argon snapped, and Kant had no choice but to obey, steering the car towards their new destination.