Chapter 113 Emma’s Suspicions

The dimly lit room was suffused with an air of palpable tension as the head of the Mexican cartel, known only as El Jefe, reclined in his authoritative chair. His gaze was steely, his features hardened by years of ruthless determination. He was a man accustomed to power, accustomed to getting what he wanted no matter the cost. Seated across from him, one of his most trusted men, Ramón, shifted nervously, his eyes darting from El Jefe to the stack of papers in his hand. He knew better than to disturb his boss without good reason, but the urgency of the situation left him with little choice. "Sir," Ramón began, his voice cautious, "I have news regarding Damien." El Jefe's expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of interest in his eyes as he regarded his subordinate. "Go on," he said, his voice low and commanding. Ramón cleared his throat, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal. "Damien still hasn't been able to pay us back," he admitted, his words carefully c