Hearing the guard’s refusal, Vivienne didn't dare force her way in. The man's German accent was thick and guttural, carrying the weight of the Reich’s authority, and Vivienne knew better than to offend a man backed by the Gestapo.
Julian glanced at the closed door of the private lounge. He nudged Vivienne aside and stepped forward, his face a mask of cold professionalism.
"We are with the Milice," Julian stated, projecting an air of impatient authority. "The man inside, Su Bai, is a high-priority target for our current operation."
The guard guarding the door shook his head again, his expression immovable. "That changes nothing. We are under orders from the Gestapo, Bureau IV."
The Gestapo!
Upon hearing that name, Vivienne was both furious and anxious, yet she forced herself to swallow
