“What’s the meaning of this?” Noud demanded while he was being arrested by the local police with the Interpol’s supervision in his own home. His Miranda rights were delivered. “I didn’t kill or attempted to kill anyone!” he denied and protested.
Leo snorted and appeared behind one of the Interpol officials, giving the Dutch in his wheelchair a hostile look. “You’ll know the details when you get to London, Mr. Van Dijk.”
“What?” The Dutch billionaire’s eyes burned as he glared at Leo.
After his father’s death, Noud also suffered from his broken kneecaps that were shot by a hired gunman. Unfortunately, with the reconstruction surgery, his recovery would take so long, and he would not be able to run, walk or climb as before. He discovered who was behind his great affliction, but he was st
