“He is the one, boss,” the man dressed entirely in black said, pointing towards the figure lying helplessly bound on the cold, damp floor.Alistair's eyes settled on the man.His expression remained cold and unreadable as Jude Tatum struggled to lift his head. His clothes were stained with dirt, his face was swollen, and his hands were tied tightly behind his back.“I’m sorry, boss,” Jude pleaded, trembling violently. “I was threatened.”Daniel, who stood beside Alistair, scoffed. “You messed up a deal worth eight hundred and eighty million, and you're talking about being threatened?”Alistair said nothing.He turned away from Jude and calmly lowered himself into the chair positioned a few feet away.The silence that followed was somehow worse than shouting.“Jude Tatum,” Alistair finally called, his voice level. “Do you think I’m a fool?”Jude immediately crawled towards him, despite the ropes restricting his movements. His bound hands reached out hesitantly as desperation took over
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