One hundred and four: The Andrews

Pacing about aimlessly in his living room was Mr Andrews. The day had been gone by far and the night was beginning to grow old.

The entire street was asleep, sure there could have been a few people who were still up working on their laptops or just some people watching movies but Mr Andrews only paced about which was unusual, given the time of the night.

Almost like he was being controlled to move about in aimless directions, he had but one thought on his mind.

'Was a man like Jacob to be trusted at all? He definitely must have placed an eye on me somewhere, watching every single step I make. One billion? This is obviously a scheme by him trying to extort money from me since he claims he has gone broke. But he must know that the Wayne fortune is over a hundred billion, that must be his reason for such a high price--'

"Darling?"

Mr Andrews was cut short of his thoughts. His neck cringed sideways and his eyes fell on his wife.

"Are you alright? It seems like something has been playing