Chapter eighteen

Robel Petro sat at the large desk of his home office and stared at the two men standing infront of him damped in their own sweat.

His hand clenched the pencil and snapped it in two, making the men standing infront of him jump.

He took a deep breath to calm himself and glared at the screen on the wall. It was a security feed of the gate showing a red car with blue race stripes.

"You fools."

Robel growled at the two men he had sent to follow Carella Mink. But instead of waiting to see where she would go after the herb shop, these useless men brough DEA agents to his door step.

To say that Robel Petro was mad was an understatement. No. He was furious.

These agents had came to him a couple of weeks ago but he had led them to Carella Mink. But now, they are going to be all up in his business to find out why he has his men following her.

"Get out."

Robel roared at them and they left the office without daring to say a word or even look back at their boss.

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