Just A Bit Ruthless

"Inform Sergey to finalize the contract with Gazprom as soon as possible," Roman said, staring at his computer without moving his eyes. "Before the end of this month, I will get the detailed report of the transaction. Any news from Anna?"

Vlad paused, wondering if he should tell Roman about Anna's opinion - she was very surprised that he did not attend the negotiation.Under normal circumstances, Roman is a control freak.

But then again, in the last few days, nothing fucking normal has happened.

"She's doing the best she can," Vlad replied, vetoing his own intention.No one can tell what Roman's temper is. "She said the negotiations were going fairly well."

Roman pondered for a moment. "anything else?"

"We have had several inquiries from SIS."

Roman looked up. "here we go again?"

Vlad nodded, frowning: "They don't seem to be suspicious—they don't have the slightest clue about us—but they asked to meet with you. After all, Luke Whitford a month ago When De disappeared, you were the last person to meet him."

"I've told the Russian police everything I know," Roman said with a calm expression on his face. "SIS① can ask them directly. Why are you bringing this up to me?"

Note ①: The abbreviation of Secret Intelligence Service (Secret Intelligence Service).

Vlad pursed his lips. "Don't you think you should agree to meet them again? Eliminate suspicion?"

"I'm also the CEO of many large companies around the world," Roman said slowly, as if talking to a child. "My schedule is packed months in advance. If it's because of a missing person who I don't know at all in the eyes of others-I only spend five minutes with him in total-I agree to an informal interview. Wouldn't the meeting look more suspicious? My alibi is unassailable."

"True, but . . . perhaps Whitford told them about the festivities between the two of you," said Vlad. "If he did, they'd know you had that motive."

"If Richard Whitford said it, he would have lost more than I did," Roman said, looking back at the computer. "you can go now."

Seeing that Vlad didn't move, Roman raised his eyes again. "Is there anything else?"

Vlad bit the flesh of his cheek.

"I don't have much time to spare, Vlad," Roman said.

"It's been more than a month since we caught that kid," Vlad said decisively. "But you haven't used him yet."

Roman stared at him with those pale blue eyes.

Vlad swallowed, reminding himself: after Misha ② died, there was no one around Roman who was closer to a friend than Vlad.

Note ②: Misha, the nickname of Michail mentioned above.

"You want me to explain my behavior to you?" Roman finally said, his deep voice sounded quite easy-going.

Vlad wasn't that stupid.

"No no," he said quickly. "It's just... I'm a little worried. The longer we keep him here, the greater the security risk. At least let me move him to a farther, safer place-or the safe place over there in Omsk house, or—”

"No."

Vlad waited for the other party to explain further, but he did not wait for a long time.He ground his teeth.Not that he felt Roman was obliged to tell him all the plans, but it was his responsibility.He should be aware of all potential safety hazards, and the longer the boy is locked in Roman's suite, imprisoned in this mansion on the outskirts of St. Petersburg, the greater the risk factor.Although Vlad had great faith in the loyalty of his men, he wasn't blind enough to believe that the wind would never leak.

"But," he tried again. "That kid—"

Roman glared at him disapprovingly. "You don't need to worry about that kid. Get back."

Vlad gave a slight nod and left the room.

As soon as he returned to the monitoring center, he sat in his chair, looking at the monitoring monitor with a blank expression.

After a while, he entered the password on the keyboard, entered the data book, and then called up the surveillance video of the room where the Whitford kid was.

The kid was lying sprawled on the bed reading a book.Vlad frowned, he remembered that there were no books in that room at all.

He continued to stare at the display screen, seeing that this kid can still be so leisurely after being captured as a prisoner, he felt a little scared.

Just when Vlad was about to turn off the monitoring record, the kid suddenly moved his eyes away from the book and looked towards the door.

Roman entered the room, saying something.Since there was no radio, Vlad could only guess what he was going to say.Luke responded to the other party, pursed his mouth, and returned his gaze to the book.Roman took off his coat, walked towards the bed, and made the kid look up at him.The Whitford boy gave him a hard look and made his mouth stick out.

Seeing that kid actually jumped on Roman's body, wrapped his legs around Roman's waist and wanted to kiss him, Vlad's jaw almost didn't drop in shock.

It turns out that this kid is really gay.No wonder Vlad felt uncomfortable when he was near him.

Vlad smirked, waiting to see Roman throw the little chair away before punching him in the mouth.

But Roman kissed back and put his hands on Luke's ass.

What a dick!

What the hell is going on dick!

When he saw Roman push the kid down on the bed and crawl over to cover him under him, Vlad turned off the real-time monitoring and stared blankly at the blacked out display screen.

He knew that something must have gone wrong when Roman stopped looking for random people to vent his desires, but he would never guess that it was because of this—it was because he was disturbed by the little chair in the first place Yes, Roman even scolded him hard.

Say one thing and do another, Vlad thought grimly, a heavy feeling weighing down deep inside him.