The man frowned and gave the young man a closer look. After a moment's thought, he reopened his phone and dialed his subordinate, who was waiting at the prearranged meeting spot. "Keep an eye out; the person might be arriving soon."
However, no sooner had he issued his instructions than the young man beside him let out a light sigh, "I said she's about to arrive, not at the location you directed her to."
The brooding man looked up again, his phone still off the hook, "What do you mean?"
The young man cracked a harmless smile, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, my sister's quite good with computers. Tracing your phone’s location to find this place shouldn't be a problem for her."
The man was speechless.
Damn it.
The brooding man pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling his temper nearly bursting at the seams, yet he still instructed the person on the phone to stay vigilant.
After hanging up, he turned to his aide beside him, "Take a few people to the main entrance on the first floor."
His aide quickly agreed and left the room.
The young man watched towards the door, his youthful face showing no fear, instead, there was a clear look of anticipation and excitement in his eyes.
Seeing this, the brooding man was speechless again.
Was this the folly of youth, or was it the fearless born of ignorance?
*
Mirabella paid for her ride and walked through the bustling old street lined with shops, eventually arriving at the end of the road where an ancient European-style mansion stood.
The iron gate had a security booth, requiring identity verification to enter. Standing by the booth were several men in black suits, clearly not your average security guards.
Mirabella glanced over them indifferently before walking towards the entrance.
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