The Mission of the Lost Heir

142. Who Are You?

The journey to the written address was not easy, it took two hours, the weather suddenly changed, strong winds blew, the rain started to fall on the ground, traffic jams and other unexpected events. However, Brian did not give up hope, he remained hopeful despite all the conditions.

"It looks like we are only an hour from here to Billy's house," said Brian explaining the navigation map on his cell phone.

“Yes, Young Master. We'll be there in an hour,- if we don't get stuck in traffic," answered one of the bodyguards sitting next to the driver.

Brian just nodded, didn't say anything else, and leaned his head on the back of the chair, then turned his face to the side. Raindrops hit the window, and the darkness of the night was starting to get scary. Occasionally lightning flashes, clearly visible through the glass window. But Brian remained silent, still holding out hope.

The car continued to drive in silence, cutting through the quiet city streets. The journey began to enter foreign te