Love in the Limelight

Chapter 131

“But, I didn’t get a good look at the people in the car. A young man handed the kid over to me, he was wearing a hat… and a mask. Couldn’t make out his face.”

“I tried to sneak a peek inside the car, and got a boot for my trouble. He threatened me, said he would gouge out my eyes…I can’t take it anymore, please, could you spare me some…” The man was a wreck, veins popping out on his face, drenched in sweat.

Elio remained cool as ice, “Keep talking.”

“But I remember, in the backseat, there was a young man. And I saw his hands…I’m positive they were a young man’s hands…He was male, I saw his Adam’s apple. Oh yeah, it was a black Rolls Royce, but I don’t know the specific model…Please!!!! Ahhhhh!!!” The man was in agonizing pain, tormented by withdrawal, “Please, sir, I’ve told you everything I know, everything!!!”

He banged his head against the back of the chair, struggling, knocking the chair to the ground, “Sir, that’s all… I don’t know anything else!”

Elio: “Location. Where did the exchange take place?”

“West side of town, out of the city, but…I can’t remember the exact location, but… but it was snowing that day…You could see… see a pharmaceutical factory from there…”

The man’s consciousness was starting to fade.

He was mumbling incoherently, his words making no sense.

“Take him away.” Elio tossed something on the table, signaling his men to take the man away.

Drug addicts don’t lie when they’re in withdrawal and see drugs, but what he held in his hand was actually a bag of flour.

There was a young man in the car?

Elio lightly tapped his fingers on the table, sending a message to Carson: “Check if there’s a pharmaceutical factory in the western suburbs, and ask around if anyone saw a black Rolls Royce there three and a half years ago.”

Carson: “Yes, my

lord.”

night, he

the one who handed

did they

a pattern, he believed he

a hotel

-Astrid was–examining Colton.

even know how to play this game? Can’t you cover me? As soon as someone comes for me, you scram. Can’t you give a hand? What, got your feet stuck

Astrid and Colton just sitting there, silent as the grave.

I asked you to treat him, not to

checked the concentration of toxins in his system. It’s not high,

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you’re saying he can still be cured?” Jon asked,

Astrid nodded, “He probably knew from an early age that Farrah Fortner was out for his blood, so he

of work,

eyes at him, “You should be asking Colton that, how should

“Oh yeah, Star, you gotta help him.”

Give me one good reason.” Astrid crossed her arms and looked him up and down, “You haven’t told me where you two have been gallivanting these past few

enough on his plate, you can’t just leave him hanging, can you? If you don’t help him, Farrah might just off him the moment he gets back.” Jon said urgently.

you do, I’ll let you win every card game from now

Astrid: “…”

water for her on the plane, Astrid sighed. This guy might act childish sometimes, but he genuinely considered her a friend.

Jon, take him to your place, I’ll handle the rest and let you guys

You mean I have to babysit him?” Before Jon could finish his sentence, Astrid shot him

off, Jon immediately shut

off at her apartment, Jon left. By then, Astrid

she got off the elevator, she saw Roman squatting by

Astrid, Roman bolted towards her, calling

up, “Roman, why are you here? Where’s your

pointed at the