CHAPTER 16: IVAN

It's been a month since the incident with the Irish. Their leader hasn't made contact, and what's more bothersome is that they've been quiet all these while.

I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

Plus, there's no way to track them down if they haven't made contact yet. One call would do the trick.

For some reason, I have a strong feeling that they have a hand in my missing containers. And when I confirm it, it'll be hard to spare a single soul when they're caught.

I lost millions from what was supposed to be a huge deal. But no guns and grenades equals no millions.

I don't even want to get depressed about thinking about the loss.

Stepping into the foyer of my mansion, Lucia's intoxicating scent drifts past my nostrils. That's how it's been for days now. Like the house is getting used to her being here. It isn't as lonely as it used to be before we were married, either.

I like that.

We're not often always together except during breakfast which is why I try to enjoy her prese