The Mafia Boss's Bride

Chapter 32 : An Apology From A Bad Boy, Adam.

In the heart of Kuala Lumpur, hidden amidst the urban decay, Elara and his informant gathered in the inside the abandoned house. The creaking floorboards and whispering winds outside contributed to the eerie atmosphere. The only source of light was the flashlight of Elara's phone. 

Elara asked, "What's the latest on Ibrahim's drug trafficking?

"Boss, they've embarked upon a new route," the informant revealed, "The shipments are disguised as routine cargo, slipping past customs with ease."

Elara's expression darkened. "Which port? And where are these shipments ending up?"

The informant told, "Port Klang. The goods are being distributed to various locations, but a significant chunk is heading to Penang, hidden amidst legitimate cargo."

Elara's keen eyes focused on the map the informant spread out on a dusty table, tracing imaginary routes and connections.

"Port Klang," Elara muttered. His mind worked quickly, processing the implications. "Who are the contacts in customs? Do we have any names?"

The informant shook his head. "No names, boss. They're keeping that information tight. But I heard they have connections high up, even within our own ranks."

Elara gritted his teeth. "Ibrahim's influence runs deep. We need to find a way to know these connections. I want to catch him red handed. I need to expose every link in his corrupt chain."

The informant nodded. "I'll keep my ears open, boss. Anything I find out, you'll be the first to know."

But as the informant tried to leave, Elara told, "I need something more." 

The informant stopped in his path, "Yes, Tell me." 

"Can you make a fake passport?" Elara whispered. 

"Boss, that's a risky game," the informant replied, glancing over his shoulder nervously. "Fake passports, especially these days... it's a whole different level."

Leaning in closer, Elara's voice dropped to a low murmur, "Name your price. It's not just about the money; it's about freeing someone from a trap. A loved one."

The informant thought for a moment. But Everyone has a greed of money. "It's not just about the money, boss. It's the risk. If we get caught..."

Elara cut him off, "You'll be compensated well. But I need it fast. No room for mistakes."

The informant sighed, swayed by the allure of the offered reward. "Alright, boss. I can do it. Give me three days. I need a clean photo, details for the passport, and, of course, the money."

Nodding with a sense of relief, Elara agreed, "You'll get everything you need. Make it untraceable, and no slip-ups."

....

Ava made her way down the university corridor, She took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the mounting stress of impending exams.

Turning into the next hallway, Ava was met with the sight of Adam, the infamous bad boy of the university. He proposed Ava numerous times, only to get rejected. Leaning effortlessly against the His eyes lit up with a mischievous spark as he caught sight of Ava.

"Well, well, Ava. Fate must be on my side today," Adam remarked, pushing himself off the wall and stepping into her path, effectively blocking her way forward.

Ava's expression hardened. A subtle sigh escaping her lips, "Adam, not now. I've got classes to attend."

Adam chuckled. But Ava found his tone so disgusting. "Classes can wait, can't they? How about a coffee break with me?"