Christopher Argent Romane & Geschichten

There are stories that needs to be forged, stories that needs to be spread to protect Crystal’s identity. It was hours later when Antony’s secretary called him, saying that Cristopher wants a word with him. He wants to talk about what happened, but not in the Valencia household where he is being watched. Antony agreed to meet him at the bar near the outskirts of the city, to meet him there by midnight. Angelica warned him that Cristopher seems odd, that something bad might happen. Antony didn’t care, he brushed her words aside. He knew that Cristopher needed an explanation, as Cristopher is like a brother to Crystal for so long. He knew he couldn’t hide it any further, but he wont dare tell

He could only assume that the gods were making him pay the sum of all his sins in this very moment. Dalton looked around desperately and began to cry. " Spare me please! I will do anything!" Christopher ignored him as he approached. looking down Christopher picked up a Helmet that must have been blown over from the blast, dusted it off then planted it on the ground and sat on it. He said nothing, did nothing, just stared at Dalton. " I- P -Plea -" Dalton began but Christopher did not flinch. Finally Christopher let out a long sigh. " Lord Dalton Novak. Son of Julius Novak. How many times did you spare any men or women that pleaded to you?"

Not yet. “How were you paid?” I asked. “Crypto. Routed through three wallets. But… but the first one,” he rushed, hope cracking through his fear, “the first one had a name attached. A shell company.” “And?” I pressed. “Argent Trade Solutions,” he said. “I recognized it because… because they work ports in the south. They’ve got ties to—” “To who?” Leandro asked quietly. Luca flinched at the sound of his voice.