Their eyes met.
Matteo immediately understood Mitchelâs intention.
Mitchel didnât want anyone else to get involved, preferring to face the situation alone.
Moreover, he had secretly moved all the guests from the wedding venue to this building, hinting at the severity of the storm brewing inside.
Matteoâs brows furrowed tightly.
âThis isnât good.
Mr.
Dixon wantedâ¦â
Grasping the severity of the situation, Matteo and W hastily sprinted toward the wedding venue across the street.
Upon arrival, they found that the entrance was tightly sealed, with a line of armed security personnel blocking their way.
One of the security personnel roared, âYou canât enter this building!â
W, of mixed heritage and known for his fiery temper, moved to shove one of the black-clad security personnel, intent on breaking through.
But Matteo grabbed him, holding him back.
âDonât be reckless,â he warned.
It was crucial for him to ensure W avoided making trouble in Ambrosia.
âHello, gentlemen.
â Matteo turned to the security personnel, handing over his business card to inform them of his identity.
âOur CEO is inside.
Can you tell us what is happening?â
âIâm sorry.
This is official business.
I canât disclose any information.
Please leave immediately.
â
Seeing this, Matteo pulled the unconvinced W away.
They didnât go far, however, standing just a short distance from the building.
Worried, W asked, âMatteo, whatâs going on? Why is everyone being evacuated?â
Matteo observed the orderly evacuation conducted by the security team and felt increasingly uneasy.
He called the intelligence center.
âCheck what is happening at the International Banquet Center.
â
Matteo didnât hang up, waiting for a response.
Five minutes later, the intelligence center reported, âWe heard there are explosives planted at the International Banquet Center.
Everyone has to be evacuated.
â
Matteo raised his eyebrows.
âWho planted those explosives?â
âIt seems to be related to Lorenzo.
â
At the mention of Lorenzo, Matteo quickly reviewed Mitchelâs recent itinerary in his mind.
A vivid image of a rainy night, with Mitchel bleeding from an arm wound, flashed through his thoughts.
An idea suddenly occurred to Matteo, and he said sharply, âCheck what happened on Aurora twenty days ago.
â
The sound of keystrokes buzzed once again.
After about ten minutes, the tapping stopped.
The intelligence center replied, âTwenty days ago, the youngest son of the Maxwell familyâs leader, Lorenzo, lost his favorite wife, the cause of her death a mystery.
It was quite sensational.
She was his most favored among twenty-four wives.
After her death, which seemed to be a murder and not an accident, Lorenzo locked up the door and killed the maids, drivers, and bodyguards who served that wife.
Nearly thirty people were sent to accompany her in death.
Lorenzo offered a reward of one billion dollars to anyone who could provide accurate clues to the death of his beloved wife.
â
Matteo fell into deep thought.
He didnât know much about Lorenzoâs favorite wife.
But he knew about Lorenzo.
Lorenzo was the top fugitive wanted by the authorities in Ambrosia, having committed hundreds of major crimes here.
His ability to appear and disappear seemingly at will, coupled with Auroraâs status as a lawless place, had thwarted many investigations.
But the special forces of Ambrosia had never ceased tracking Lorenzo down.
Any reliable information on Lorenzoâs whereabouts in Ambrosia meant he wouldnât escape the special forces or the severe punishment that awaited him.
Lorenzo was no fool.
Knowing the priority the authorities of Ambrosia placed on capturing him, he wouldnât risk casually strolling around but instead sought thrills in countries with more lenient laws.
Matteoâs previous knowledge of Lorenzo stemmed from the last incident involving a car loaded with explosives, where Mitchel drove into the sea and jumped out of it at the last second.