There, standing beside the Mercedes, was the Romanian girl from Cluj-Napoca — the one who'd given him the black card. Next to her stood a man, tall and gaunt, his expensive coal-black suit tailored to perfection, his face scarred and cruel, like a blade given human form.
The girl gave him an impassive look, but her eyes never left his, and the man beside her, he appeared to be proud, her curious.
Darren's mind could only think of the words 'Lotus Triad' and Rachel's safety when he was forced into the car.
The door clicked shut.
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Forget everything else. Forget conspiracies, old flames, or ancient secrets. This is about the money. The big money. Darren and Rachel are hunting one thing: 1,200,000 Bitcoins.
Think of it like buried digital gold. Right now, it might seem like $4,800,000 (if you squint hard at $4 per coin). But Darren sees the future – a staggering $180 million.
