Secret Wife Mr Lim
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A building that is quite far from the residential area. Become a secret headquarters, which is neatly designed like a slum outside. It looks so luxurious inside. That's the hallmark of a secret building of a mafia. Must be good at hiding. Otherwise all information will be scattered and there will be no more war between a party who is harmed.
The private jet landed right above the building. Griffin, Okan along with a fairly influential bodyguard descended and immediately entered the hidden room. First they enter a hole above it. Directly connect with the road to the main room. They're all downstairs in and out of an elite elevator. About 7 minutes finally arrived.
Not yet in the room at seven. They were greeted with several hallways and a room made of soundproof glass. There are three hallways. What Griffin chose was a passageway that did not have its partner passageway. Griffin walked first. Walk straight with a few turns and finally arrive at a room so cold. Griffin stands tall near a 250-inch box-shaped glass. His eyes stared straight. Shortly thereafter the box detected Griffin's face. Griffin continues to touch the medium button of two small buttons and two more large size buttons.
The device detects a pass fingerprint sensor and already detects Griffin's face as well. Make the glass open like a glass door in general. The others followed the same stage. Proceed to pin detector. Each person's PIN is different and will change every day.
It has waited a long time with all the detections that passed. It was in a room that was in the shape of a circle of glass. Inside there is a round table and several chairs, as well as several visible computers that are so sophisticated.
Already entered apparently there must be checking and detection again. Next to it there is a circle as big as a wall clock with a circular motif just show the palm and then after sitting down.
"So my guess is right? if the Bible and its friends are allied against my stronghold."
Okan plays a digital pen. Form an abstract. Ignoring Griffin who chattered at length. Only the core bodyguards were listening. Who would dare to ignore Griffin.
"We're preparing for the next strategy. The Bible and others have planned something that will hurt my efforts" Griffin said, still trying to stifle his emotions. "The fire at the factory is just a warning. They'll definitely do more if we keep quiet, they'll trample us even more."
"Then what's our plan, sir?"
"Think now. Arrange the strategy so that the opponent does not know the moves and tactics that we are composing," Griffin said seriously, "if possible. Send a good spy. Make sure he won't betray."
"The plan can be made. If we know whose ace they are, they are lured more and more aggressively waving war flags because of Austin and Agam."
"Who do you think kidnapped the two of them?"
Griffin looked straight at the 5 bodyguards he had spoken to. "Well, how do they know they're not in the hospital?" cercan.
"I got word from our spies, sir."
Waking his head for a moment, Griffin thought about a possibility. Could this be a trap? Where he suspected, that this kidnapping was just a trick to get himself into the trap of the Bible and others. Conjecture while Griffin was thinking that way. Who else knows the whereabouts of the two sisters? if both are in a coma and treated in the same hospital with tight room security.
Security was tight, but the following days bodyguards were deployed to prepare for other missions. Not just focusing on those two people. But because of that carelessness as well, Griffin felt a sense of helplessness. How can anyone move Austin and Agam without his knowledge. Who did that?
"Is there a third person in this situation?"
The five core bodyguard leaders refocused on staring at his boss who was guessing. In contrast to Okan who is still busy with his activities, the man squinted his eyes, scratched and weighed the writing he made on the digital table in front of him. Griffin had not realized that. Unlike the five people involved in the room already knew Okan who from the beginning seemed to ignore Griffin's explanation.
"So you draw conclusions, don't you? Who is behind everything?"
They even throw one another at each other. When looking at the table, an abstract image of Okan appears on the screen of their front desk. "Lo don't beat me up?"
Slightly jolted, Okan stared innocently at his superior. Griffin has to be professional if working, Okan can-can be since just describing the abstract. Not watching himself talk.
The man opened his phone. Type a message on Griffin. Squinting while reading the message from Okan, Griffin nodded his head in understanding and spoke. "The five of you go out first."
