Just A Bit Ruthless

In the office of the Swiss branch, Roman sat at his desk, briefly browsing the news headlines in the pile of British newspapers that Anna brought in.His eyes were glued to the front page of one of them, staring at a photo.

"Is there any news worth watching?" he said.

"Basically not," Anna replied. "The funeral took place three days ago. British intelligence has suspicions of a Colombian syndicate, but so far there is no evidence."

Roman pondered for a moment. "You and I both know that there is no evidence. Lopez is no layman."

Anna raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so friendly to him all of a sudden? I remember that when you mentioned this man last time, you looked down on him."

"This man is still useful," Roman said.

Anna, who was always unsmiling, had a rare playful smile on her face. "That's right, I did the dirty work for you, and thought it was his own idea."

Roman looked at her calmly. "Whitford really screwed him. I just helped Lopez find that out."

"It's all out of your kindness, needless to say."

It is not worth talking too much about this situation, so he declined to comment.

"I didn't even think you'd actually get rid of him," Anna said.

Roman shrugged. "Whitford's death is really not a sad thing for me, but it's not my turn to invite. I'll tell the news, and it's up to Lopez to decide what to do. Besides, my influence on him It's not that strong." He had thought that Lopez would just give Whitford a little kick, not kill him.This could be regarded as his inaccurate judgment.

Perhaps that was why, when he learned of Whitford's death, he did not feel much satisfaction in his heart.

Anna twisted her mouth. "It's rare to say, but I agree with Lopez's approach. The world would be a lot better without that scumbag who stabbed a knife in the back." She shook her head and turned to leave.

"Anja."

Note ①: Anya, the nickname of Anna.

She stopped and looked at him curiously.

Roman looked back to the photo of the funeral.

"Look up the man's identity," he said, pushing the newspaper across the table so he could see it. "Find out all his details."

"Which man?" Anna asked without blinking.She hadn't received any weirder orders than this before, after all, she was a KGB agent.Few situations can shake her.

Roman leaned back in his chair. "The one with his arm around Whitford's son."

She gave him a sharp look.

He looked back at her without changing his expression.

She did not, however, question the order.She has more brains than Vlad.Although 15 years older than Roman and having known him far longer than Vlad—she had previously been Roman's father's personal bodyguard—Anna would never allow herself to be as outspoken as Vlad.Roman knows that she treats herself very well in her heart, but her professionalism is also top-notch.

After Anna left, Roman took a closer look at the newspaper.

He stared at the picture again.

For his father's death, the boy did not show a look of heartbreak.As far as Roman knew about Old Whitford, he was not surprised by this.

Luke looked... different.The golden curly hair was tied back straight, the heart-shaped face became pale and lifeless, and the dark eyes were full of solemnity.

Roman felt himself grip the arm of the chair.

He looked away and turned to the tall man with his arm on the boy's shoulder, who was still whispering in Luke's ear.It doesn't look like ordinary friends.

Roman clenched the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the trash can, his lips clenched.

Whitford was dead.That boy doesn't matter anymore.Whatever plans Roman had planned to use the boy for earlier, it didn't matter.He didn't need to dig out information about that man, even if that man's hand was on——

Roman felt a sense of disgust and cut off his thoughts.Maybe Vlad was right and the situation was unacceptable.

the phone is ringing.

He got on the phone, "I got the information you asked for," Anna said on the other end. "Do you want me to transfer the file to you?"

Sometimes, he wished Anna wasn't so efficient.

"Roman?" He didn't say a word, but asked conveniently.

"No need," he said. "Just give me a brief report."

"Dominic Bomer," said Anna. "27 years old, Director of the Risk Management Department of Greega Company. Greega is the largest financial services company in the UK—"

"I know what Gregor is," Roman interrupted. "I've met Arthur Grayson himself. Go on."

"All in all, he's had a very successful career and hasn't seemed to offend anyone all the way up to where he is now. He's been rumored to be a man of great will and a good way of dealing with people. He has a building in Kensington. Nice house, and—”

"Sexual orientation?" Roman said.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Finally, Anna replied: "His private life is not messy, but he seems to be gay or bisexual. He mentioned it in an interview and said he wanted to have a stable relationship."

Roman picked up the lighter from the table. "What is his relation to Whitford's son?"

"It seems to have been developed recently," Anna said after a moment. "There have been some speculative reports in the British media, but I'm not sure yet—"

"No need," Roman said. "It does not matter."

He hung up the phone and put the phone on the table very carefully.

Afterwards, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and flipped the lighter cap off.After leaning back in his chair, he took a deep breath of the cigarette, and another.

That said, the boy has finally found his perfect man.Congratulations to him.

Congratulations.