Victoria's POV

As I neared the door I saw two men standing infront of the door with a book in hand. A couple in front of me gave the men their names and they scanned through the pages off the book before they nodded at the couple and allowed them to enter.

I could only hope that these men knew who the infamous Wolff was. I steadied my breathing before I approached the two men, giving them both a charming smile.

"Please state your name," the man with the book in his hands said.

"Mrs Olivia Wolff," I said with confidence.

The man scanned through the pages before a frown appeared on his features.

"I'm sorry Mrs Wolff, but we don't have your name listed here," he said.

"Of course you won't, I was never invited, but I was hoping to see Mr Wagner. Can you atleast tell him that Olivia Wolff is here to see him," the two men shared a look before they gave me a nod and the one headed inside. I gave the other one another smile as I stepped aside allowing other guests to pass by.

A few minutes passed by before the man returned with Mr Wagner short on his heels. I recognised Wagner immediately from the photos Ryan showed us.

"Mrs Wolff?" Mr Wagner asked and I gave him a bright smile.

"You must be Mr Wagner, I'm so thrilled to meet you. My husband has talked about you a lot and it is good to finally put a face to the name," I said.

"You're Jon's wife?" He asked and I nodded.

He returned my smile before he held out his arm for me and I linked my arm through his.

He led me inside and I caught a glimpse here there of his fortune. Every piece of furniture screamed money.

He led me to the ball room where ladies in beautiful dresses danced with men in tuxedos. Some were just standing around talking and there was laughter in the air. It looked like a normal occassion and nothing screamed gun smuggler or anything suspicious.

"I'm surprised to see you Mrs Wolff. I didn't know Mr Wolff was in town," Mr Wagner said as he led me to the middle of the room for a dance.

"He isn't. I was in Paris for an art auction," I said as he led me around the room in a dance.

"You are an art lover?" He asked with excitement. He took the bait.

"Yes I am. I must admit that this is why I came all they way here to London. When I heard you were hosting a party I knew I had to invite myself to see your art collection. I saw your name at a few art auctions and just by seeing the few pieces that you bought told me you had exquisite taste and I was hoping to catch a glimpse of some of you other pieces," I said charmingly. Trying to sound as convincing as possible.

"You went through a lot of trouble to see my art collection so how could I refuse?" He said with a grin. This man was definitely a charmer.

"Really?! I would be so grateful," I said with excitement.

"But on one condition," he said.

"Name it," I replied.

"You have to set up a meeting with you husband for me, and allow me to see your collection," he said.

"Is that all?" I asked with a grin.

"That is all," he said with a smile.

"Then it is settled, I'll set up a meeting as soon as I return home," I agreed.

"Here is my number you can use to contact me," he gave it to me and I places it in my clutch. He then led me away from the crowd of people through a few hallways until we arrived at the basement door. There were two guards outside and Wagner nodded at them before they stood aside and Wagner produced a key that was on a chain around his neck. He kept this key close to his heart.

He unlocked the door and opened the door indicating for me to go first. There was a few steps that led down to the basement. Wagner pressed a button and the room was illuminated by light. There were rows upon rows of art pieces and I really gasped in shock when I saw it.

"Do you like it?" He asked from behind me and I nodded eagerly. I walked through the art pieces and while I was pretending to be mesmerised by the art pieces I scanned the rest of the room.  There was no cameras and I almost wanted to sigh in relief. But just like we suspected at the back of the room was an office type of area with a huge desk and a state of the art computer. There was a very comfortable looking chair behind the desk and a Persian carpet under the desk. This man had rich taste. Next to the desk was a fireplace and on top of the fireplace with a vase with roses in them.

We walked through his art pieces and shared our knowledge about art with each other. Wagner was busy telling about a special piece of art when the guard appeared at the door.

"Mr Wagner, we need you presence, one of the waiters are causing a scene," he said.

Mr Wagner gave me an apologetic look, "Would you excuse me for a few minutes?" He asked.

"Of course, I'll just look around if you don't mind," I said and he gave me an encouraging look. He gave me one last glance before he hurried after the guard closing the door behind him. I quickly hurried to the computer and switched it on. Luckily it didn't require a password so I quickly plugged in the USB stick as I scanned through files.

There were two folders a personal and business. I looked through both and started to copy as much as information as I could. I also found a lot of emails between James and Wagner. He didn't even try to hide this information so I guess he thought that nobody would ever find it.

I froze when I heard a sudden commotion outside the door, but when I saw the familiar mask covered face of Jaydan pop in a sighed in relief. He quickly closed the door behind him before he rushed to me.

We copied as many files as we could, anything that looked suspicious was quickly copied onto our USB.

Once we were sure we had everything Jaydan pulled the offices chair infront the desk. He quickly tied me up and I told him to take the vase with the flowers in it.

"Shouldn't I take something more expensive?" He asked confused.

"No, he has a way of tracking his art, I'll think of an excuse, now put a cloth in my mouth," I said and Jaydan quickly place a piece of cloth in my mouth before tying another piece around it to ensure that I couldn't spit the piece of cloth out.

Jaydan gave me one last glance before he threw the roses on the ground and took the vase with the memory stick safely tucked in his pocket.

Now I just needed to wait for Mr Wagner to return.