Chapter 146: Interrogating Robert
Later that day...
Augustine had to leave for the branch office of the Sphere Group. Before leaving, he had instructed Anne to go home after work and wait for him.
After the meeting, Gustave came over and said something in a hushed tone.
Augustine’s expression hardened. "Let’s go there. I want to talk to him."
He strode into the elevator, Gustave following him.
It was already dusk when they arrived at an underground casino. Reckless energy buzzed in the whole place. Cigarette smoke curled in the air, thick and suffocating, mixing with the sharp scent of liquor and sweat. Flashing neon lights painted the room in violent shades of red and green.
At the crowded poker tables, men with hardened faces and sharp suits barked out bets, laughter erupting as chips clattered into growing piles. In the corners, scantily clad dancers swayed to the pounding bass, their movements wild and hypnotic.
The air was electric, thick with desperation, greed, and the feverish thrill of risk.
But Augustine and Gustave paid no attention to the chaos around them. Their gazes were fixed, their strides purposeful, cutting through the madness like knives. They crossed the casino floor and pushed through a heavy door at the back, stepping into a dim corridor that led to a private room.
The music and noise dulled to a distant hum. In the center of the room, Robert knelt on the icy floor, his body trembling slightly. His hands were tightly bound behind his back, a blindfold secured over his eyes, and a gag silencing his muffled cries.
Augustine and Gustave stood over him, their expressions hard as stone.