Andrew, Daniella, and Roger have already covered almost half of the journey. The three of them still wear enthusiastic expressions, especially Daniella, who has been smiling and occasionally resting her chin on her hand, gazing out the car window.
"Alright, I think we should take a break at the nearest motel. I've been driving this car for almost seven hours without stopping, and I'm starting to get tired," exclaimed Roger.
Andrew glanced at Daniella sitting in the back. "Well, I think I agree with you, Roger. Because if we judge by our expressions, it seems like we won't stop. Isn't that right, Mrs. Daniella, who seems not tired at all?"
Daniella raised both hands and said, "As you can see. You can judge what I feel, Andrew."
Andrew returned to facing forward and immediately pointed to the left, towards a motel on the side of the road. Roger promptly swerved the steering wheel and parked the car in front of the motel.
Just before getting out, Andr
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
Andrew was greeted by Roger, and he could only shrug while taking a deep breath. Roger's words were sincere, as Andrew's expression couldn't hide the sorrow in his heart when he returned to New York. Roger shook his head with a sympathetic smile. He and Andrew exchanged glances, communicating through eye contact while opening the car door for Andrew. Andrew's heartache immediately enveloped every corner of the car, and the cheerful song on the radio was quickly replaced by a heartbroken rock song. "Lucky that someone's playing a sad song in the daytime; maybe the radio needs a special gift from you," teased Roger. "Shut up. By the way, forget about my broken heart. Where's Jeremiah? When is that crazy guy coming back?" asked Andrew. "He's been back for two days, but now he's out of town, watching someone. It seems he got an order to kill someone." "That bastard is still taking jobs as an assassin?" Andrew looked surprised.
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
Daniella continued pacing in front of Andrew, who was casually on his phone. She had been doing this for almost twenty minutes, and even Roger was visibly disturbed by Daniella's behavior."Ahem!" Roger coughed to signal Andrew's attention to his mother's actions.Andrew looked at Roger and nodded slightly. He closed his phone, propped his chin with his hand, and observed Daniella until she noticed him."What, Andrew?""I should be asking you, Mom. Why are you so agitated? You've been pacing around nervously. What's bothering you?""Can you still ask that? Haven't you seen what happened to this woman? Her mouth is foaming, her lips are turning blue, and she's convulsing! We're the cause! I don't want to be a murderer, Andrew! She's been lying like this for three hours now. You said she would wake up within forty-five minutes!" Daniella pointed at Miranda, who was still unconscious due to the overdose.Andrew shook his head and took out his phone again. "I don't want to warn you repeat
- 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
The shadow of Marcel's face and all the fragments from the previous vision dominated Andrew's mind. Andrew was disturbed, and he woke up from his sleep."Damn," he muttered.Andrew sat up and looked around. Miranda seemed to be sleeping in a seated position, her face hidden behind her hands folded on her knees.In the midst of the early morning silence, Andrew's phone vibrated. Andrew noticed Jeremiah's name on the caller ID and answered it."What's up, Jeremiah?""Bo was stabbed to death at his house. He and two of his servants.""Are you fucking kidding me, Jeremiah? I'll beat you until you're in a coma if you're joking!"Andrew's slightly raised voice woke up Roger, who immediately approached Andrew with a tense expression."Why would I joke about this? It's just a waste of time. Where are you? You better come home and settle Bo's issue. All the company documents you entrusted have disappeared, and the late Smith's company has been sealed with police tape. I think all of this is re
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
The long journey finally ended at exactly one in the afternoon. The black sedan parked perfectly at the police station where Miller was held.Andrew nudged Miranda's still soundly sleeping body and said, "Quick, wake up. Your new home is in sight."Miranda looked at Andrew dazedly. Her desire to express that Andrew's choice was a mistake was abandoned. Miranda stepped clumsily out of the car, followed by Andrew.When Daniella's door opened, Andrew held her back and said, "Wait here; let me handle it."Andrew and Miranda walked into the police station. Andrew used his powers to locate the officer in charge of Miller's file. Luckily, the officer was still in the office, so Andrew could speak to him directly."Mr. Jake," Andrew came in with a smile for the bald-headed man."Yes, who are you? And what's the matter that you need to see me?" Jake's demeanor appeared cold, but Andrew wasn't intimidated; he understood it was a common expression for a police officer."I'm Michael, a relative o