Erica's voice sounded weak. Andrew immediately comforted his beloved sister. "Don't worry, nothing bad will happen. I'm sorry if my constant reminders make you scared and anxious. I'm just a brother who worries about his sister. I'll be back in three days, and I'll bring someone to introduce to you."Immediately, Erica screamed on the other end of the call. Andrew was surprised by how high-pitched her voice was."What are you crazy, Erica?! Why are you screaming like a mad person?""Who is the woman you want to bring?! I don't know, ever since I've been with you, I've become possessive and lazy when there's another woman close to you. Just like what you do when another guy approaches me. I'm afraid of losing your attention again, even though you're annoying, you're the best brother I've ever had. I'm afraid you'll leave and belong to that woman, just like what the late Nadine did to you."Andrew laughed contentedly; Erica rarely expressed affection to him

An hour passed, and anxiety crept over Andrew. He looked down, his face creased, as his sister had not yet returned. Erica had promised to only spend half an hour to meet her friend. Andrew had wanted to approach Erica, but he was hindered by the barrage of questions from William's associates. Moreover, he didn't want Erica to get angry if he monitored her intensely. His phone, which had run out of battery, added to Andrew's restlessness. He truly had no means of reaching his sister out there. "Why, Andrew? You seem anxious." "Well, Mr. William, I'm just anxious because Erica hasn't come back yet. It's been an hour. I'm worried that she might have left with her friend." "You're overthinking, Andrew. I'm sure she's fine. No one would dare to disturb her, especially in this elite environment. They're probably just chatting outside. Let her take her time. Maybe Erica is also tired of being inside here, right? Calm down, let's enjoy thes

- Andrew's Vision - "Hey." A man approached Miranda, who was standing at the bus stop. The man wore all-black attire with sunglasses and a mask that matched his outfit. Miranda looked confused and glanced around. "Are you talking to me?" "Of course, is there anyone else standing in front of me right now?" Miranda furrowed her brow; she then crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Don't think you can deceive me! I'm not a prostitute. If you're looking for pleasure, go somewhere else!" "Why are you so persistent in thinking I want to seduce you? I have a woman who is much more attractive and beautiful than you. I just want to talk and offer something that will undoubtedly benefit you. One million dollars." The man pulled out a check from his pocket, causing Miranda to widen her eyes. Miranda was undoubtedly hesitant; she was in need of money after being trapped in a large debt. Today, she had even gone to several loan places to pawn her jewelry. "One million dollars?" Miranda

Miranda and Daniella didn't speak to each other; they were lying back to back in the room when Andrew entered."What happened in the last half hour?" Andrew asked, glancing at both of them alternately.Daniella turned her body to a supine position, lifting both of her shoulders. "I lost a lot of desire to be angry after this woman kept crying, begging for forgiveness, and saying it was all her stupid mistake for trusting a man who promised her money. Forced or not, that crying will keep coming out, right? I understand."Andrew took a deep breath, signaling Daniella to remain calm. He then approached Miranda, the young woman looking pensive with vacant eyes and swollen eyes."Miranda... I want to be honest with you. Sit down."Miranda swallowed her saliva, and the held-back tears began to flow again. She looked at Daniella with deep regret."I know you were forced to do all this for money, but it was a foolish act. My question is, did you receive the money?" Andrew asked.Miranda shook

"Ivanka's name appeared on Andrew's phone call screen, not because she was calling Andrew, but the other way around. This was the third attempt by Andrew to call his ex-girlfriend, but the results were always futile. No answer. "Still struggling?" Roger came in, handing a cup of black coffee to Andrew. Both sat in front of the television room in one of the hotels at the city's border, where they isolated themselves with Daniella and Miller. "Yes, because she hasn't rejected it. She lets my calls go through and ignores them altogether. I understand Ivanka very well; if she's angry and disturbed, she would definitely reject my calls. That's what makes me confident to keep trying to contact her. Besides, she needs to know about Bo's death," Andrew said while pressing the call button on the phone screen again, the fourth attempt. "Don't waste your time on something useless. Remember your goal, Andrew. Don't you want to forget Ivanka? Or is it all just empty talk? Do you still desire her