Surprise 29

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“Boss, I didn’t know you were a stalker now,” Tyron jested as he pulled the car over, stopping them near the cab that Diana Jones had just exited.

Alexander’s grip on the tablet he was holding tightened. He had received the report on Diana Jones, and everything about her identity seemed legitimate.

However, he was still not convinced. That mole… She

had told him that it was waterproof, it was fake. It felt like a deliberate clue she’d left just to mess with him.

“Boss, you look like you’re still not convinced. Do you think she’s Mrs. Lancaster just doing some undercover work? Bold lawyers sometimes do that for their cases nowadays,” Tyron suggested with a reminder. “Also, remember that report about her internship? She used some disguises to help a senior at Smith Law Firm

solve a case.”

Alexander didn’t reply, his eyes fixed on Rain as she exited the cab and entered a modest apartment building. It would seem that his assistant noticed it as well.

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“It must be so uncomfortable living there with such little space…” Tyron commented.

“Let’s go, Tyron,” Alexander grunted as he closed his eyes, resting his head against his seat. “I feel like my head’s going to burst at this rate…”

“That’s the only logical conclusion, Boss, assuming you still can’t believe they’re two different people,” Tyron suggested. “I think Mr. Chairman is the best person to help with this. He has access to all the sensitive files. Maybe he can decipher what’s going on between Diana

Jones and Mrs. Lancaster.”

He slightly nodded at the observation. His father had been part of an elite team long before he was even born. A high–ranking officer in the Global Intelligence Service (GIS), his father was a part of a civilian foreign intelligence service that gathered, processed, and analyzed national security information. The man had conducted countless undercover operations and still sponsored GIS in the shadows even now.

In fact, not many knew about this except for his father’s immediate family and Tyron, whose father had also been part of that elite team.

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“I need to speak with Rain first,” Alexander mumbled with a sigh.

Shaking his head, he grabbed his mobile phone and dialed Rain’s number. However, his call wouldn’t go through. He frowned as he tried again, only to get the same result. “Did she just block me?!” he burst out in

disbelief.

Tyron glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “Seems like she’s really trying to keep you at arm’s length, Boss.”

Alexander let out a frustrated breath as he stared at his phone. “This woman is driving me insane,” he muttered, a mix of frustration and intrigue building up

inside him.

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At Gentleman’s Club

Madame Beck narrowed her eyes as she watched the technician, provided by the service company, fix the glitch in one of her private lounge doors.

“I can’t believe this…” she hissed in annoyance. “Why would the door have a glitch?”

“I’ve replaced it with a new lock, Madame Beck. We

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apologize for the inconvenience,” the technician apologetically explained. “Upon inspection, it seems that the previous lock had a defect.”

Madame Beck clicked her tongue, signaling to one of

her bouncers to escort the technician out. Her

assistant, Arlene, closely followed behind her as she

stormed back to her office.

“What’s the plan now?” her assistant asked. “That troublemaker, Michael Astor, heard about your new pet and wants you to bring her to him.”

“That jerk is a nuisance, but we have to cater to him,” the madame replied with a click of her tongue. “The problem here is Diana–she’s still new, and I haven’t fully got her under control yet. Furthermore,

Alexander Lancaster is into her, and I have a feeling she’ll bring in more money. I’ve got better plans for her than just handing her over to Michael. That cripple would only create another mess for me to clean up.”

“But what about Michael?” Arlene préssed.

“Hmm… Give him Moonstar in the meantime,” Beck muttered before promptly dismissing Arlene.

As Madame Beck entered her office, she pulled out a

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book from the shelf, causing the entire bookshelf to shift and reveal a hidden elevator. Stepping inside, the doors closed silently behind her before the elevator began its descent to the basement.

This secret level was the dark heart of her operations- a place where drugs, prostitution, and human

trafficking thrived, all carefully concealed beneath the glamorous facade of her club.

As always, the basement was a hive of illegal activity, with every corner meticulously planned to avoid detection by the authorities. Here, Madame Beck ruled with an iron fist, overseeing every aspect of her

shadowy empire

As the elevator doors opened, Madame Beck stepped into the dimly lit corridor of the basement, a stark contrast to the opulence of her office above. The air

was thick with the scent of smoke, and the muffled sounds of machinery grumbled with the echoes of production. Guards flanked every entrance, their eyes sharp and their weapons ready, ensuring that no one without clearance could enter or leave.

Striding through the corridor with a confident gait, the madame’s heels clicked against the cold, concrete

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floor. She knew every corner of this place, every hidden room, and every secret it held. This was the real source of her wealth and power, far beyond the legitimate earnings from the club upstairs.

Casually, she passed by several rooms, each with a distinct purpose. One room held stacks of illicit drugs, carefully packaged and ready for distribution. Another contained rows of young women, some of whom had been trafficked from other countries, now trapped in a nightmare they couldn’t escape.

As she reached the central command room, she was greeted by her chief enforcer, a burly man named

Viktor.

“Madame,” Viktor greeted her with a nod, his voice a low rumble. “We’ve just received a new shipment. Everything is in order.”

“Good,” Madame Beck replied, her eyes scanning the monitors that lined the walls, each displaying live feeds from different parts of the basement. “And the girls? Are they ready for the auction?”

“Yes, Madame. They’ve been prepped and will be showcased to the buyers tomorrow.”

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Madame Beck nodded, satisfied with the report. “Make

sure there are no mistakes, Viktor. Our clients pay a premium for discretion and quality. I don’t want anything jeopardizing that.”

“Understood, Madame.”

Satisfied, she turned her attention back to the

monitors, her mind already working through the logistics of the upcoming auction. She had high–profile buyers flying in from all over the world, each expecting the best, and Madame Beck never failed to deliver.

But as she watched the screens, Diana’s image kept invading her thoughts. Diana Jones–Twilight–was a wildcard, a newcomer who had already caught the eye of one of the most powerful men in the country,