Chapter 1321
Chapter 1321:
“I understand,” Rupert said, his expression unreadable.
“Again?” Annabel, close enough to catch Dalores’s words through the phone, blinked in surprise. A strange look flashed across her face—part curiosity, part unease.
Rupert pressed his lips together and stood. It was clear he intended to meet this mystery person.
Annabel rose right after him. “I’m coming with you. If you get drugged again, I can’t imagine how much I’ll worry p>
Rupert kissed the corner of her eye, guilt flickering in his gaze. Before he could speak, Annabel cut him off. “Let’s go p>
The man chose a private room in a coffee shop for the meeting. When Rupert saw two men in black posted at the entrance, a suspicion began to take shape in his mind.
The men remained expressionless as they looked Rupert over. Their eyes then swept Annabel from head to toe before they finally stepped aside and let them in.
There was only one person in the room, shrouded in a heavy coat and a mask that hid his face. The moment he sensed newcomers, he set down the coffee cup he’d just lifted.
Rupert took a seat and waited for him to speak.
Annabel, on the other hand, watched him closely. But with how tightly he was covered, she couldn’t make out any distinguishing features.
After a long stretch of silence, the man in black finally spoke, slow and deliberate. “I’d like to ask you for a favor, Rupert.” His voice was rough and hoarse, as if worn down by time.
“That doesn’t sound like a request,” Rupert replied with a quiet snort. Then, he said the man’s name, unhurried and precise. “Moshe p>
Hearing it, the man’s gaze shifted sharply—and Annabel’s attention snapped to him as well.
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Was this really that notorious criminal?
Perhaps there was no point in pretending anymore. Moshe removed his hat and mask, revealing the face of a middle-aged man. It matched the photo Annabel had seen in the file—perfectly.
“Dealing with smart people like you is what I hate the most.” Moshe cleared his throat, his expression turning faintly odd.
If Annabel had been paying close attention, she might have caught the slight tremor in his voice. But she was still reeling from the shock and missed the subtle detail.
“You came all the way to see me, and you even risked your life for your men?” Rupert asked, his tone measured. After all, the people he had detained were just subordinates—expendable at best.
Moshe planted his hands on the edge of the table and spoke in a low, forceful voice. “Their lives mean nothing to me. But I want you to release this one p>
“Oh?” Rupert let out a quiet chuckle.
“Since you already know who I’m talking about, there’s no need for me to spell it out.” Moshe’s gaze sharpened. “Let him go, and I’ll give you any information you want p>