Chapter 193

As she pondered her thoughts, one of Moosa’s men entered the room, standing straight and alert. He greeted her politely, and she returned the greeting with a faint nod. “Mr. Irtaza and Mr. Shehryaar have given new orders,” he said carefully, his voice low and respectful. “They have been monitoring the situation closely and have reached a mutual decision to leave this place for your safety and the security of Mr. Moosa.” Roshanay listened, her stomach tightening. Irtaza and Shehryaar had been here since Moosa was shot, ensuring protection for both him and herself, keeping watch over their enemies, and continuing the search for Alizeh.

Soraya had told her that this mansion was Moosa’s childhood home, the place where he had grown up before moving to Tehran during the civil war between rival mafia gangs. The city was Isfahan, a place steeped in history, power, and the legacy of Moosa’s family. His family had always been influential, holding sway in ways that kept even the most dan