The Devil's Love For The Heiress by LiLhyz

Chapter 17:

Justice Is Coming “What a shocking game, everyone. Alexander Jenkins ran with all his strength, and you can see that in the replay, the way his face glowered while attempting to reach for that ball. His hopes of getting through the semi–finals at the French Open died in the quarterfinals,” said the sports commentator featured on television.

The French TV network repeatedly played Alexander‘s game, including the end, where Carlos appeared to have a heated exchange with his practice partner. Carlos and Alexander were seen cursing each other, screaming at the unforeseen defeat.

“Clearly, The Devil was upset. His good friend failed to prove himself when Alexander promised during the Australian Open that he would outperform himself during this competition,” the announcer said on TV.

Carlos and Alexander watched the replay from inside the hotel room, shared with the French detectives and police officers. The operation was in full swing, starting with Alexander‘s failure to win the match.

“They definitely bought it,” one detective said while monitoring the gambling sites. “We have identified three gambling sites where many had placed bets against Alexander.”

“At PointOneBet, over ten million dollars were placed,” the detective revealed. “FanSportsBet had five million suspicious bets against Mister Jenkins, and then Freebets had around ten million dollars.”

“We have already alerted the betting websites, and they have promised their cooperation. They will announce the wins without conducting an investigation. They will only delay the pay -outs.”

“Good,” Detective Bernard remarked. “Let‘s start running a trace. Identify those who placed the bets, find their addresses, connect with local authorities, and put all suspects under twenty -four-hour surveillance.”

“Team, this is it. The moment we have been waiting for. Our five-year sacrifices will finally bear fruits!”

Bernard turned to Alexander and Carlos, saying, “It won’t be long now, gentlemen, and you will be free from this operation.” He fixed his eyes on Carlos and suggested, “Mister Ronaldo, justice is coming for your father’s death.” Carlos acknowledged. His jaws clenched as he echoed the detective’s words, “Justice for my father.”

Over the next few days, Carlos and Alexander followed a strict routine. They went to the tennis complex for Carlos’ games while sometimes practicing, and then they returned to the hotel again. The only instances where they socialized were during tennis gatherings hosted by the French Open organizers. As a safety measure, their rooms repeatedly were swept for potential hidden cameras and recorders, including their daily clothing and bags. In between, they received call instructions from the Bonnet gang, reminding them about the

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 match–fixing scheme that was about to take place

 their mobiles at that point. This was also true with their personal security team and Carlos‘ assistant. They were explicitly instructed to detach themselves temporarily from their families and friends until the covert operation was over. It was a struggle for Carlos and Alexander, but

 lay in his bed, thinking only of Kate. He softly muttered,” One more

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 Open Semifinals:

 sites were receiving stakes, but while the average betters were banking on Carlos to win, the wager for him to lose was slowly

 the other, their eyes

 was in the lead for the match, Ronaldo versus Mutet, having already won his first two sets. They

 court, anticipating where the ball would land. His opponent, Mutet, ranked number five in the world and was putting

 person in the VIP seats was smiling from ear to ear, awaiting Carlos to rig his own game. Hugo Bonet met Carlos’ eyes and nodded at The

 soaring,” Carlos heard from his earpiece. A smirk could not help but escape his lips, knowing that Hugo would

other side of the court. He volleyed it back, but when Mutet

the referee announced, suggesting a

 to hit the ball correctly, and his supporters started complaining. “What‘s wrong with The Devil?” “Get your head in the game, Ronaldo?” “You are not kissing your fucking pendant!” It was true. Carlos had refused to kiss his compartment pendant, for he was losing the game on purpose. With his followers noticing, he was forced to act on it, but he only pretended to kiss his pendant. Holding it with his fist, he pecked his hand instead of his lucky charm. On the succeeding serves, Carlos failed to return the ball properly again, and Mutet

 Justice Is

third set.

 game and three sets to win the match. Now

 Hugo‘s plans. Carlos‘ patrons

 was updating him on what was going on with the gambling sites. “Mister Hugo Bonnet is about to lose sixty million dollars. Go