68| Foul Play.

ANTONIO.

On my way, I called Marco and instructed him to make sure Oliver took his bath and looked presentable before my arrival.

Marco was standing on the front porch, waiting for me to arrive when I got there.

“Welcome.” He greeted me as I approached him.

I nodded slightly in response. Noting the curiosity on his face, I decided to brief him before he asked the question I believed he had in mind.

“Nikolai Petrov called me, asking for Oliver. They have Camilla.” I told him as I walked past him, and he followed suit.

“What? How is he connected with the Petrovs? Why do they want him?” He asked, surprised.

I sighed. “That’s what I also want to find out. Where is he?”

“In the living room.” He replied.

In the living room, Oliver was seated on one of the sofas, guarded by Vito. He had taken his bath and changed clothes. Though still dishevelled, he looked way better than the way I left him.

The second he saw me approaching, a hint of fear flickered in his eyes.

“You said I was free to go.