The car halted in front of its destination, which befuddled Cyra because it was not that place which she assumed it to be. She saw two guards coming towards their car and then they opened the doors for them. Cyra stepped out of the car and found dozens of men around her. They all were armed. It made her recall that day when she found out about his true identity in that godown.
Cyra saw all those men bowing in front of him, and even her. What was happening here? Why were they here instead of the airport?
“All set, Mr Alvaro. We are ready for the departure,” Cyra heard one of the men stepping forward and informing him. Were they all working for him?
“Let’s go,” his gravelly voice took her out of her thoughts. Cyra noticed that his serene demeanour had turned cold and rigid, especially be
