Chapter 50. The War Has Just Began

Vienna’s impatience radiated as she queried, “How much longer will this endure?” Our breakfast was underway in the open air, yet her restlessness grew with each passing day, similar to an explosive time bomb that would blow any moment.

With sharp, piercing glares, she ran her stare towards me and declared, “You were granted a week, and your time is nearing its end.” My attention shifted from the paper in my hands to meet her eyes as I exhaled a plume of smoke from my cigarette.

“Honey, do indulge in your waffles,” I calmly suggested.

Just as she was about to erupt into a shout, my subordinates approached our breakfast table. They bowed and addressed us in unison, “Monsieur, Miss Vienna.”

“Our men dispatched to Dinan have mysteriously vanished. No reports, no communication. These were among our most trusted and loyal men. We suspect that they have met their demise.”

“We’ve also dispatched other men to investigate Lucian Red. He has