Chapter 227:
“Unfortunately, they only communicated with me by telephone, and the contract mysteriously appeared at our doorstep,” the team leader admitted with complete transparency.
“We suspected a potential scam until we received 200,000 dollars upfront.”
“Provide me with his contact number,” Freya requested directly.
After considerable internal debate, the team leader relinquished the information, deeply regretting their near-brush with criminal activity.
Freya carefully recorded the number, reflecting that this encounter hadn’t resulted in any personal loss, and pragmatically proposed,
“Regarding the penalty payment, share your banking information, and I’ll arrange for someone to transfer the funds to you shortly.”
The team leader stepped forward, retrieving a bank card from his wallet and offering it to Freya with an apologetic gesture.
Freya examined it briefly, recorded the card number, and returned it to him with a curt nod.
She dispatched the phone number to Frederick for investigation and forwarded the card details to her assistant for the financial transfer. After completing these arrangements, she tucked her phone away.
“The money will be transferred shortly. Once you’ve settled the penalty, forward me the other party’s account information. And refrain from accepting such assignments in the future.”
“Absolutely!”
“We promise.”
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“Thank you.”
Everyone responded with exaggerated politeness, their expressions swimming with remorse.
“By the way,” Freya added, her gaze hardening as she regarded the phone resting on the table,
“Where might I find the owner of this device?”
“We have no idea…” They shook their heads in unison.
“That person merely instructed us to deliver the phone here, place it on the table, then render you unconscious upon arrival. No additional information was provided.”
“Got it.” Freya’s eyes darkened perceptibly. Noticing their lingering presence, she continued,
“If you’re concerned about payment, you’re welcome to wait until the funds arrive.”
She intended to remain for an additional half hour, intrigued by what the orchestrator of this trap might have planned.
“That won’t be necessary. We trust your word,” Tim declared earnestly.
“I appreciate that,” Freya responded simply.
The group of bodyguards departed shortly thereafter.
For her protection, Freya positioned a baseball bat within arm’s reach. She secured the door, retrieved Trent’s phone, and discovered it unlocked. Scrolling through it, she found a message in their conversation, identical to the one she had received earlier.
Frederick called promptly, and Freya answered. He launched directly into his findings.
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