Lucas becomes panicked, how come the police suddenly appear and acts so exaggeratedly like that as if he were a criminal. But he just follows the police's order, and gets down on the floor. He looks to his right and finds Emma standing with another woman. He remembers that woman is the motel manager with whom he had once argued before. “Emma!” Lucas mumbles, intending to get back up to approach Emma. But the two officers have come to him and cuff his hands. One of them explains Luca's right while the other one takes him to their car. Lucas isn’t paying attention to whatever the officer tells him. Everything looks like it's in a slow motion for him as he keeps getting away from Emma. His mind is so blank, not knowing what is going on and what to do. Emma walks to the side of the road as the police take Lucas with them. She watches them leave for a moment. Only for a moment, and she then turns back and goes to the other direction without showing any interest in the slightest. She s
On the journey, Victor doesn’t say a word to Judy. Even his face looks so serious, unlike his easy-going self. He just keeps driving, taking Judy home first before going back to his house. With Victor acting like that, Judy doesn’t dare to ask any question either. They found Emma drunk unconsciously on the street, with a full suitcase. She knows there must be something happening between Victor and Emma. But for the time being, Judy feels a bit reluctant to meddle in their private issue as a married couple. At least, that’s what she thought, that Victor and Emma are still a married couple. “Sorry, Judy! I’ll take you for a ride another time,” says Victor as they reach where Judy lives. “It’s okay. You shouldn’t think about that now,” Judy replies before opening the door. When she gets out of the car, she stops for a while, still thinking about those two. She turns back at Victor, and says something even if she feels a bit reluctant. “You know you can always talk to me, right?!” sh
Without giving any answer, Victor gets back to his house only to close the door. He then approaches Mrs. Greta and hands over the house keys. “Mrs. Greta! Please, give this to Emma later. Thank you for everything,” says Victor as he grabs the both of Mrs. Greta’s hands. Mrs. Greta gives him her gentle smile, the same smile she usually gives to him. “Take care of yourself,” she says as she pats Victor’s hand. “You too, Mrs. Greta!” And so, Victor leaves with his car, letting Emma have that house for herself. It is not that hard for Victor to leave that house, because he already has another place to stay. At least, that’s what he thought. However, when he reaches the house, nobody opens the door for him. He realizes it’s already so late for his coming. He intends to make a call, but Victor forgot to add Viona’s number to his new phone. He just pushes the bell twice for the last time, and then sits on the chair. He just closes his eyes, whether there will be someone to open the d
It turns out Victo did not lock the door at all when he left the house. He only closed the front door before handing the keys to Mrs. Greta. Of course, there was no way he'd locked the door with Emma locked inside. Now the four strangers freely enter and explore the house. All four are ready with weapons with silencers attached to the ends. One of them gives instructions to divide the team. Seconds later, the two of them go to the kitchen. While the other two go up to the second floor where there is only one room there. It is in that room, Emma is still fast asleep in a messy state. One of the two people who enter the room continues to inspect the bathroom. The other one tries to wake Emma up. “Hey!” he says as he pats Emma's cheek with the tip of his gun. But Emma only showed a slight reaction of writhing, and is very delirious. “Ah, Victor! Why are you wearing a mask? This is not Halloween,” she mumbles before she closes her eyes again. There the mysterious guy knows that Emma
That morning, one police officer is still questioning Emma about what happened at her house last night. Of course, the person being asked does not know more than the one asking. “I’ve told you. I even don’t know how I’m here. Yes this is my house. It was. It was my house, but not anymore,” says Emma. “How long have you been divorced with your husband?” asks the officer. “About two weeks. We had a talk about marital settlement yesterday. But I cancel everything, telling him I don’t want anything anymore,” Emma replies. “And then, your husband took you back here?” “I don’t know!” Emma denies as she's still holding her heavy head. “Just leave already. Pretend that nothing ever happened here. None of my stuff was stolen, and no one was hurt either. Can't you guys just close the case?” “They’ve destroyed your three CCTV cameras,” says the officer. “I don’t care. Even if they come back here again, I don’t care. I have nothing to fear, because I have nothing left to be stolen either. Y
Four of Albert's envoys are still looking for Victor, being confused about where he is at the moment. Meanwhile, Marco and Willie are busy learning about Victor's identity.At first, they wanted to leave Victor alone as long as he doesn't mess with them either. But now, Albert Wilson is already busy trying to kill him.Because of that, at least they wanted to immediately confirm Victor’s real identity. Because they aren't sure that Albert Wilson would hold back himself for long.“He only started coming here about two months ago. At first, he came just to have a look. Never long, because he is always busy delivering pizza orders,“ explains Johnson Bermer.“So you also know that he used to be a pizza delivery man?” asks Marco.“Of course. He has also delivered pizza here several times, taking orders from my employees.”“And you said that the ring that was put as the main event at our auction was his?” asks Willie.Johnson Bermer nods calmly.“And he bought it from you?” Willie continues
At least Victor is quite happy, Mr. Benigno apparently still willingly to talk to him after what had happened before between them.“Don't tell me you’ve spent all of your salary only to show off with that luxury car, to the point you don’t even have the money to buy decent clothes,” continues Mr. Benigno.“Ah?!” Victor pauses for a moment. “Well, that's how it is. Can’t help it.”“Are you here to order my Pasta Grassa again?”“No, I just want to order pizza. I want to visit a friend. Perhaps, I can introduce your pizza to him,” explains Victor.“Don't expect I'll give you a discount with that level of flattery,” replies Mr. Benigno.“Well, I can only try my best next time,” says Victor with a bit of laughter.Victor waits a moment for his pizza order to be provided. He came quite early, of course he knows it would be a little longer to wait since they are just preparing right now.Mr. Benigno comes over and takes a seat in front of him.“Did you help Judy to find a new job?” asks Mr.
Victor puts on his dumb and ignorant face to hear such a question from her. “The size? Did I mention the size? No!” Victor denies. “Eeeh, if you talk about what suits you according to your taste, then you can go around saying everything does not suit your taste. That’s not fair,” says the lady. It’s effective to invite chuckles from Victor. He shakes his head, tidying up all the clothes and puts them all back in the bag. “What do you mean not fair? I don't just carelessly make judgments here. I judge based on your own assessment standards. “My assessment standards?” mumbles the lady. “Previously, the first time I came here, you said that one of the clothes which cost over $1,000 suits someone like me. Isn’t that the standard you put for me? As someone who drives a Rolls-royce?” says Victor rhetorically. It shuts the lady silent. She begins to realize where Victor’s explanation would end. Meanwhile, Victor just keeps his nonchalant smile. “But today, none of the clothes you have