The next morning.

Luther tried calling the bodyguard he had assigned to take care of Benjamin, but his mobile was in switched-off mode since last night.

Luther came to Artur who had just finished his bath and arrived at the dining table. “He either ran away, or he’s got compromised, sir.”

“What do YOU think?”

“Knowing the guy, he’s not the type to run away.”

“So the son-in-law dealt with him? A war veteran?”

“There’s no other explanation.”

“Send a batch then. If necessary, you take care of it y