Romance With The CEO

Chapter69: Caught 2

Erotic fantasies filled Ricardo's mind, resulting in an immediate throbbing sensation down below.

Ricardo groped his crotch. The tingling of desire began to show signs, making him even more impatient.

"I can't wait any longer to feel Velia's beautiful body."

Ricardo's car entered a secluded area. The road was narrow, causing him some difficulty. It was dark all around, with only tall trees, the sounds of nocturnal animals, chilly wind, and a dark sky.

Ricardo squinted as he saw a dim light. He was slightly unsure if that was his destination, but unfortunately, there were no other buildings around.

"Oh my God! What kind of house is that?" Ricardo asked dismissively as he continued to drive. "It looks scary. Should I bring Velia out of there? Or should I ravish her there?"

The car came to a halt. Ricardo quickly got out and knocked on the door while calling softly.

"Boy, it's me. Boy."

The wooden door creaked open. Ricardo furrowed his brow in the dim lighting.

A stranger's face appeared. He seemed friendly, although his white shirt was stained with red spots.

"Forgive my somewhat messy appearance, Sir. I had some business to attend to."

Ricardo did not consider the condition important. He spoke.

"I'm looking for Boy."

"Ah, looking for Boy," the man murmured warmly and could guess where Ricardo's gaze was directed. He wiped his shirt briefly.

Ricardo nodded indifferently. "Where is Boy?"

"He's inside. Please come in, sir. It seems he's been tired taking care of a woman."

That must be Velia.

A delighted smile bloomed on Ricardo's face. His eyes sparkled.

I'm here, my Velia.

"Please, Sir."

Ricardo entered while wiping his sweaty hands. He passed through an empty room and continued until he reached another room that seemed more spacious. Unfortunately, it appeared messy.

Should I enjoy Velia's beautiful body in a place like this?

Ricardo would consider that later. Right now, there was something more important that made him scan the surroundings. He called out half-shouting.

"Boy! Where are you?"

"There!"

Ricardo jumped. It was not Boy's voice but rather the voice of another unfamiliar man, whom he did not recognize. Ricardo narrowed his eyes, trying to see the figure sitting across from him. This man was dressed in all black attire, unlike the man who had opened the door.

Something strange caught Ricardo's attention. It was something he did not know, and it took him a few seconds to ignore the piercing gaze.

"Where did you say Boy was?" Ricardo asked.

The man raised his hand, pointing to a spot across the room, and Ricardo immediately followed the direction.

A figure lay on the floor, motionless in a prone position.

An uneasy feeling arose. Ricardo looked back at the man. Ricardo received a nod, as if confirming that it was indeed the person he was looking for.

His body tensed. His legs trembled. Reluctantly, Ricardo approached the body.

Ricardo suppressed the unsettling feeling that engulfed him. He knelt down and turned the body over. Instantly, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"B-Boy."

It was Boy. It was the person Ricardo wanted to meet. Unfortunately, they would never truly meet.

Boy's eyes opened, devoid of life. They stared blankly, in a pitiful state.

His nose was broken, blood scattered, some dried on his face while some flowed from his mouth.

Trembling, Ricardo revolted. His mind was pulled back a few minutes ago.

"Forgive my somewhat messy appearance, Sir. I had some business to attend to."

The man in the white shirt with red stains. It was blood.

Ricardo's discomfort turned quickly into horror. Coldness spread through his entire body. He stood, fearful, and looked at the two men.

They were like light and dark. One black, the other white. Cold faces without expression, while the other smiled warmly.

"Who are you?" Ricardo's voice trembled. His saliva swallowed hard, and sweat poured down, drenching his body in an instant.

"Ah, sorry. We were rude. We should have introduced ourselves first," said the man in the white shirt. "I'm Carter, and this is Neil."

Ricardo swallowed his saliva as he thought. "I-I don't know you."

"That's right."

"I-I have no connection with Boy at all."

Ricardo spoke quickly, clearly not wanting to take any risks. Unfortunately, it was futile.

Neil snickered. He smirked but did not laugh. Only Carter laughed as he leaned against the wall.

"So, why did you come here if you have no connection with Boy?" Carter asked amusingly. "Didn't you say you wanted to meet Boy?"

Ricardo blinked. Sweat entered his eyes, causing a stinging sensation.

"I-I just hired Boy's services. Nothing more. Our relationship is purely transactional. So, I'll leave."

Ricardo gathered his courage and forced his legs to move. He walked without daring to look at Carter and Neil.

Ricardo's steps were blocked. Carter intercepted him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't you know? Boy ended up like this because he provided his services to you."

Ricardo's eyes widened. "W-What do you mean?"

"You hired Boy to interfere with our work."

Panic seized Ricardo. He truly disliked the terrifying aura behind Carter's smile. Something in that smile filled him with half-dead terror.

"W-Who paid you?"

Desperation loomed. The only option that crossed Ricardo's mind was to offer something in exchange for his safety.

"How much did he pay you? I'll pay you twice as much, but let me go. I promise I'll pay you twice as much!"

Laughter echoed. Not from Carter, but from Neil. The one who had been calm and seemingly emotionless showed an uncontrollable expression of amusement.

"Twice as much as Lucas paid us?" Neil asked, snickering dismissively. "Are you capable of that?"

Ricardo was taken aback. "What did you say? Lucas? Who do you mean?"

"How many Lucas do you know, Ricardo?"

Carter's question furrowed Ricardo's brow. He tried to remember.

"L-Lucas?" Ricardo murmured; his voice barely audible due to the torment that had gripped his lungs. He was suffocating under the chilling sensation. "Lucas Hernandez?"

In response, Carter delivered a punch to Ricardo's stomach. He fell to the floor, his body curling in pain.

A groan escaped him. But not for long. Ricardo lost consciousness.

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