MONEY PLAYED

Ivan’s POV:

Mario stopped the car in front of some two-storey house, and we both got out of the car. The paparazzi were well-handled by my bodyguards as we both stepped onto the porch of that house. I pressed the bell, seeing that the door was locked from the inside. A young-aged girl who looked around 25 opened the door, and there was no way she was that old man’s daughter as she was Black.

Mario showed her that old man’s photo, and she just nodded her head. None of us shared a word outside, as the neighbors were eavesdropping on us. She let us inside, and I took count of the cameras around the house before going in.

“Hello, Mr. Antonov,” she greeted me, and I understood she was aware of the world.

“We want to ask a few questions about this man and a few other things… Please cooperate with us. Your answers can save my wife, and he is my best friend, Mario.” She nodded at Mario, and seeing her silent behavior, I felt like something was amiss.