Chapter 816
When she got into the car, Saydie said, “Go straight to the black market. They might still be suspicious.”
Gerald asked the driver to drive and got a call from Nolan. “Mr. Goldmann, yes, Mr. Zhivkov has taken
the money, alright.
Okay.”
At Blackgold…
Nolan put down his phone, and Quincy, who was standing at one side, asked, “Did Mr. Zhivkov suspect
anything?”
“He wouldn’t suspect Gerald, but he has to believe that no one is behind Gerald to be safe.” Quincy
scoffed. “He’s actually quite smart.”
Nolan chuckled. “If he weren’t smart, he wouldn’t be where he is today. This batch of goods had to
change hands quickly because he didn’t want to be caught. The people behind him wouldn’t take such a
risk.”
Quincy understood. The Bouchers wanted the goods to get into an accident before it was pushed into
the black market so that they could get Zhivkov and the people behind him. Once Zhivkov was
investigated, the people behind him wouldn’t be able to get away either
Quincy remembered something. “If Mr.
Zhivkov took all the blame to stay alive, wouldn’t Mr. Boucher’s efforts be wasted then?”
Nolan squinted his eyes. “Let Mr. Boucher handle that. We just need to make sure that the goods get into
an accident on the way.”
At Glitz, the manager saw Barbara walk over from the side door and went to welcome her. “Mr. Chase,
you’re here again at this hour.”
Barbara asked, “Do you know where Katrina is?”
The manager paused, then nodded and smiled. “Katrina hasn’t been working for the past few days. I
don’t have a clue.”
Barbara knew that he was lying. She couldn’t get a hold of her and remembered that voice the other day.
It sounded like they had her.
“What’s wrong, Ms. Chase?” She snapped out of her thoughts and explained, “I have a bone to pick with
her. I thought she was hiding from me because I haven’t seen her for a few days. Is the boss here?”
The manager smiled again. “He left and will be back at night.”
Barbara didn’t press on and left the club that was closed.
The manager went upstairs and knocked on one of the office doors, then walked in when he got
permission. The room was dimly lit, and a man leaning back on a chair had his back facing the door,
hidden in the shadows.
“Sir, Ms. Chase came to ask about Katrina. She probably heard us the other day and thinks we have
Katrina.”
When he didn’t get a reply, the manager looked at the man in the chair. “Sir, Zhivkov framed Katrina for
Caleb’s accident. If Zhivkov finds out that we have her, he might start suspecting us.” “He’s just a pawn.
What could he do?” the man said in a deep voice, his hand holding green marble rosaries. “Doesn’t
Zhivkov have a son?”
The manager paused. He knew that Peter had a son, and the son had the same temper as his father.
Peter had already been paving a path for his son and introduced him to the higher-ups.
The manager speculated, “You mean…”
The man laughed. “If a cup of water is dirty, just get a new one.”
At that moment, a man in black walked in.’Sir, Peter has traded with the black market’s people.” The man
calmly asked, “What was the trade for?”
The man in black said, “I heard that it’s a batch of red wine which will be sold in the black market after a
few days. The buyer is Gerald Cane.”
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