92 His trump card... (2/2)

”There's no need to do this...” She said and this confused them, for he was the most dangerous because he hated her enough to kill her heartlessly.

”Noah is Sam's trump card, he won't ever get suspicious of him so we've got to bring him on our side.” She revealed.

”But mam, he hates you a lot and it can be dangerous,” Jimmy told her and was concerned about her safety.

”Yeah, and he might not even agree to talk to you,” George added.

”He hates me but not as much as before, right now he's seeing Sam's true color and it is forcing him to believe that he's a psycho and I'm right. Also, Troy told him the whole story and he agreed with him.” She said as she played with her pen.

”I guess that he no longer wants revenge but answers to his questions and that what I'll give him in return for his help.” She explained further and now they started to understand her tactics but were still confused about what she'll do at the end.

She told them what they had to do, the security was reduced and they were told not to stop him.

*Two days later*

The sun was in the middle of the sky and was making the humid day hotter, Noah squinted his eyes due to the sunlight as he stood in front of the headquarter of the Rong Empire with a loaded gun in his hand.

”Mam, he's here,” George told Aria as he got the message from Jimmy who was in the control room.

”Let the guests in...” She said as she closed all her files, focussing her eyes at the door.

Noah hid his gun and entered the huge building, he told the receptionist that he had an appointment with her and Sofi came to take him inside. He pointed the gun at her secretly.

”Don't worry we won't hurt you, she just wants to talk to you,” Sofi assured him. He followed her but didn't lower his gun for he didn't trust them at all. No-one stopped him even though they saw the gun in his hand, this reminded him of their last meeting two years ago. The same things happened at that time as well.

He entered her office slowly, with his gun ready and she was in front of him sitting on the table without any weapon and looking at him with piercing eyes, waiting for him to enter into her trap...