บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Chosen Girl: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Arash's eyes immediately fell on a novel with a white rose cover that was not as large as most novels. With a slightly damaged cover and a plastic cover on the outside, Arash was even more convinced that the novel must be quite old, for a book. Without realising it, the man blurted out the novel's author's name rather loudly. "A novel by Mira.W ...." Arash said. Upon hearing this, Arash could see that the girl named Zaya immediately shifted her attention to the bag lying on the chair next to where she was sitting. She then turned her gaze to Arash, whose eyes were still fixed on the book without blinking. "You ... know that novel?" Zaya asked with a more enthusiastic voice. That feeling arose in Zaya's heart because she had been very doubtful from the start that a man like Arash would be interested in books, as he was now, borrowing several titles from the library and even forcing her to become a member on the spot, yet he knew the author of an old novel that even many people did

As Arash predicted, this plan yielded quite satisfactory results. The man continued to move forward even though he appeared calm and seemed to have disappeared from the radar of the police and FBI who had been hunting him for some time.Arash's priority at the moment was none other than the capture of Shahnaz. Compared to the police and FBI, who had just destroyed his organisation's headquarters, Arash was more focused on finding Shahnaz, who had disappeared a few days after the funeral of the late Mrs Adolf.The object that the girl was carrying was very threatening to Arash's organisation. And he had to make sure that Shahnaz was in his and his organisation's hands first, before she was found by other parties and exploited."We have hacked into the accounts of various officials, Young Master. But ... are we just going to leave all that money alone, Sir?" Asked a man staring at a computer screen displaying the balance of one of the accounts belonging to a Turkish official known for b

Yamamoto was confident that he was never wrong in assessing and recognising someone, even if he had only met them once and only briefly. His special ability led Yamamoto to become one of the leaders of the Yakuza—the largest mafia organisation in Japan—as well as being a direct descendant of one of the Yakuza's top leaders. Several of his fingers were missing, a sign that he had once made a grave mistake and received a very cruel punishment. The man narrowed his eyes, giving his full attention to a photo that he had deliberately cut out, leaving only the part showing the woman wearing a veil. In appearance, she did indeed resemble someone who would join a radical organisation and attach a suicide bomb to her body. Killing many people and shouting words of jihad as if it were a struggle and a war for truth, even though they were actually the same as Yamamoto, who liked to take the lives of innocent people. "Is it true ... that he joined and collaborated with a radical organisation

Sometimes, what is planned and what is expected does not align with reality. This is also the case with the Turkish government’s plans regarding the FBI’s involvement in the investigation into the death of Ekram Adolf.Those who initially wished to exploit the FBI’s presence in their country for political gain and to secure support for their nation’s military development Instead, they have had to accept that the FBI’s greater power has made their own position even more subordinate.The FBI’s claim that Ekram’s death is directly linked to an international organisation that has long been on the FBI’s blacklist has, inevitably, forced the Turkish government to resign itself to the fact that their authority can no longer be fully exercised as a sovereign government.Colonel Hastings—the head of the FBI—even went so far as to ask Haidar to allocate several rooms in the Ministry building to serve as an emergency FBI office. As of now, the Colonel appears to be intently reviewing several pag

Arash threw himself onto the soft mattress, drawing a very long breath and closing his eyes for several minutes before opening them again to stare at the familiar ceiling of the room.So many things were disturbing the man’s heart and mind now. Anger, exhaustion, and confusion blended into one. He had not expected that an old man like Merhan could be far more perceptive than a young man like Andrew, who claimed to be a police officer.Yes, Merhan—who had become the perfect tool for Arash to conceal his identity and his role in Colonel Hastings’ murder—had instead become the first person to realize Arash’s crime and his lie about who he truly was.His thoughts drifted back to several hours earlier, when Arash had just escorted Andrew and the other FBI agents out of Merhan’s house, and Merhan had forced him into a private conversation, the rifle hidden behind Arash’s back.During that conversation, he still remembered how Nancy had been asked by Merhan to go upstairs to the bedroom and