It's about your finance... Sandra.

Gazing at his terrified face, Alex Waynee couldn't help but wonder what was the issue.

"Don't tell me Michael Belmar is…dead." His voice was cold and void of any emotions as he glared into the face of Eric Raymond, who was rather focused on the dashboard of the Limousine.

Gazing at Alex Waynee's face, he managed to wear a little smile.

"Michael Belmar is doing great."

"The Doctor said he could be discharged any moment." His voice barely above Whispers, his words infused life back to Alex Waynee's spirit.

The last thing he needed was bad news, and especially not about Michael Belmar.

"Oh thank God." Alex Waynee's voice was barely above Whispers.

He held his heart and breathed in slowly, reassurance and joy etched on his face as he looked out the windshield.

"Why are we parked here, in this alley, why don't we just go buy some hotel just for fun." Alex Waynee said, punching Eric Raymond in the shoulder who didn't respond in any way.

His face was as hard as a flint as he gazed out into
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