Chapter 32

The lady receptionist at the front desk of the Al-Rawi Motors showroom curled her lip, her gaze fixed on Tariq Al-Khoury's unremarkable clothes. She turned toward Tarek Al-Hamad, her voice dripping with professional disdain. "He said he was here to purchase a car," she reported, her eyes flicking back to Tariq as if he were a stain on the polished floor. Tarek Al-Hamad froze for a split second before erupting into a sharp, barking laugh. He adjusted the cuffs of his expensive suit, looking...