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Chapter 288 - 288 Exposed Identities

Chapter 288: Exposed Identities Chapter 288: Exposed Identities The man sitting at the center didn’t move at first.

He kept his eyes on the phone in his hand, as if he wasn’t bothered by the world around him.

But then, slowly, he looked up, his gaze sharp and calculating.

He took in the group in front of him, noting their clothing, their posture.

It wasn’t hard to tell they weren’t from around here, not with the way they carried themselves, especially the one speaking to him and the youngest.

“And who the hell are you?” The man’s voice was low, a quiet danger hiding behind his words.

Abuchi took a breath, standing his ground.

He couldn’t afford to let fear show, not now.

“I’m the one who contacted you about the IDs,” he replied, careful not to reveal too much.

He wasn’t about to give away more than he had to, especially not in front of all these eyes.

The man studied him for a moment, then gave a slight nod, signaling to the two boys blocking Abuchi’s path to step aside.

The tension in the room didn’t ease, but the man’s voice cut through the silence.

“You can speak in front of my boys,” he said, his tone still steady, but with a hint of amusement.

The leader leaned back in his chair, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he took in Abuchi’s words.

“So, it’s you,” he said, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

“Alright, have a seat.” With a flick of his hand, he signaled one of his boys to fetch a chair for Abuchi.

But Abuchi shook his head, his expression hard.

“We don’t have time for that.” The leader raised an eyebrow, a slow chuckle escaping him.

“No time?

That’s alright.

I just wanted to get to know you a bit better.

You see, I like to know who I’m dealing with.

In case anything goes wrong, it won’t backfire on me.” Abuchi kept his expression neutral, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of caution.

He understood the unspoken message.

The leader wasn’t just about business, he was about control.

“I see,” Abuchi replied, his voice calm.

“But we’ll skip the formalities.” With that, the leader’s demeanor shifted.

He reached into the bag beside him, pulling out a small black pouch.

Without a word, he handed it to one of his boys, who then walked over and passed it to Abuchi.

“It’s all in there,” the leader said, his smile thin and calculating.

Abuchi took the bag, his fingers brushing the smooth fabric as he carefully unzipped it.

Inside, everything was neatly arranged, just as promised.

The IDs were real.

He didn’t hesitate, his hands moved quickly as he checked everything, confirming the deal was solid.

Once satisfied, Abuchi reached into his own bag, pulling out a larger black pouch.

He handed it to the same boy who had given him the first one.

The boy opened it, his eyes briefly scanning the contents before he nodded and turned back to the leader.

The leader gave a satisfied nod, his smile widening.

“Nice doing business with you,” he said, his voice low, the kind of compliment that felt more like a warning.

But as Abuchi turned to leave, his mind already set on the exit, the leader’s voice stopped him cold.

“You know,” the leader said, his tone now laced with amusement, “I can’t quite understand what a celebrity, the nation’s prince right, especially the third prince of a kingdom as powerful as Lionara, would be doing with fake identities.

And your sister too, right?

The second princess?” Abuchi froze.

His hand instinctively clenched into a fist, and for a moment, the tension in the room spiked.

His eyes locked with the leader’s, the unspoken threat hanging in the air like an electric charge.

The leader’s smirk didn’t falter, but the gleam in his eyes was sharper now, knowing he had struck a nerve.

“I’m guessing…

you don’t want your real identities exposed, do you?” he added, his voice almost a whisper, the challenge clear.

Abuchi’s gaze darkened, and for a split second, the air between them crackled with the weight of his unspoken threat.

If this deal went sideways, if anything happened to his family, the leader wouldn’t escape from punishment.

“Don’t worry, we won’t tell,” the leader replied, his tone confident.

“It’ll be our little secret.

My boys can keep secrets.” He gave a casual nod.

“Just stay safe.” It wasn’t a sincere statement.

Abuchi knew that.

Whatever they were about to get into, it was dangerous, but the leader wasn’t concerned.

His words were just a mask.

Abuchi motioned for his group to leave, and they filed out, finally breathing a little easier once they were inside the taxi, heading for their next destination.

Karen let out a long breath, her voice still shaky.

“That dude is so creepy,” she said, her hands still slightly trembling.

“Not to mention dangerous,” John added, his unease clear in his words.

But Nnenna and Abuchi stayed calm, unaffected by the tension.

They had both been through worse.

The three others glanced at each other, noticing the contrast in demeanor.

They weren’t surprised by Abuchi’s calm.

He had always been unshakable most of the time.

But Nnenna?

That was a different story.

They had expected her to be rattled, but instead, she was just as composed as Abuchi.

They exchanged uncertain looks.

Had they underestimated her?

They hadn’t realized just how capable she was.

They remembered the rumors from the grand ball, how Nnenna had kept her composure in front of everyone, even under the most intense pressure.

It had been whispered that she was a master at pretending, always keeping a mask on her face, no matter what.

They assumed the same now.

Nnenna must’ve been pretending to be calm, just like she had done during that grand ball.

If people like them were shaken, then she must’ve been terrified inside.

She was just really good at acting calm.