Chapter 297: Dangerous

Not understanding what he meant, Rachael looked at him. "What do you mean?" She was confused. 

"Well, he doesn't do what we do," Andrew tried to be as discreet as possible. "His work is a little different." 

"Different like?" she asked. "Does his work involve not hurting people?" 

Thinking for a while, he answered, "Not that much." 

"So he doesn't do anything dangerous?" 

"Not really." 

"Paperwork?"

"Well—" He awkwardly cleared his throat. "You can say that." 

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[Moscow, Russia] 

[Petrov Mansion] 

"Did they find it?" 

"No sir," One of his men answered. "They looked for it in his apartment but it wasn't there." 

"Ahhh—" Igor yelled and kicked the table in front of him. "That fu*cking b*astard." He then picked up a vase near him and threw it at the man. 

The man dodged it but ended up stumbling backwards and falling on the floor.