The Bait and the Trap
When the car arrived at the entrance of The Flavor Factory, the large food processing plant stood quiet beneath the dim glow of industrial lights. The night wind carried faint smells of oil and spice from the surrounding factories, and the road outside was nearly empty.
Waiting near the entrance gate stood Ammy D'Aurelius.
He had clearly been there for some time.
The moment the headlights of the Lamborghini Veneno swept across the road, Ammy straightened his posture and quickly stepped forward.
Julian stepped out of the car.
Ammy immediately greeted him with a warm smile.
"Brother, you're here."
His voice carried polite enthusiasm.
"Must have been a tiring journey."
Julian looked at him quietly for a moment.
The smile on his face was calm… but there was something slightly meaningful hidden behind it.
"How's the investigation on the fake accounts going?"
Julian asked casually.
The question sounded ordinary.
