"Love is a strange emotion it hits you most unexpectedly"
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"If you wanna use me then use all you want just don't leave me...."
Sebastian king.
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Sebastian King is the sec...
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Sebastian p.o.v
Even after I got back to my castle, Ryan's ramblings continued to play in my mind. I was annoyed with my behavior, and I could not shake it. For the first time, I lied to him about how I felt, and it felt like I was pushing him out of my life and putting up a wall between us.
Ding!
I was about to get into bed after changing into my new clothes when I heard a notification on my phone. A mail arrived. I looked for the sender, and my eyes lit up with excitement.
The mail was delivered with the triple R logo. For the past two years, I have been looking for a base or port in the Indian Ocean so that we can launch a counterattack on Mr Nicolas Dimitri, and I finally found something useful.
Dimitri invested the majority of their resources in Asia, particularly in Southeast Asia. This was an excellent opportunity for us to develop and expand our power while also challenging their supremacy.
The email came from Mr Raghav Rameshwer Reddy, CEO of Reddy Groups. I entered some keywords and instantly saw his entire profile. Aside from his textile business, the man also ran an import and export business. Most importantly, he had a few ports.
I opened the mail and read it carefully. He wrote all of his words professionally, but he could not hide his concern for his sister. Avi is a fucking gem; his every move is strategically calculated for our present and future.
Mr Reddy requested a meeting and was willing to do anything to ensure the return of his sister. This delighted me more than anything else. I never realized that keeping that girl for another week would be so profitable.
I replied to the email and scheduled a meeting at my London office. I turned off my phone and put it on the nightstand. Tiredly, I try to fall asleep.
One week later, in an abandoned warehouse.
Two of my men ushered a blindfolded man into my office by holding his both arms, as I had previously instructed. His hands were tightly tied behind his back. They made him sit on a simple wooden chair beneath the hanging bulb, the only source of light in this warehouse.
Meanwhile, I was sitting in the dark in a perfect hiding spot, where he could not see me but could hear everything I said. I signaled for one of my men to remove his blindfold. He followed my instructions; they closed the door and stood behind him in a guarding position.
The man sitting in the chair blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the light above his head. He examined his surroundings carefully. He looked everywhere before turning in my direction in the dark. He narrowed his eyes, attempting to shape something, but I knew he couldn't.
One of my men placed his hand on the man's shoulder and asked him to sit up straight or relax, which he did.
"So you live in London?" I asked the dark, tall, and attractive man sitting in front of me...Mr. R. R. Reddy, Asia's textile king.
