CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT

Andrew kept staring at the picture in his hand. It was something he got after A little background check on the mystery woman in red.

He was still trying to figure out who she was. Nothing made sense to him.

“Don't tell me you're still thinking about that lady? You've refused to call, why not let her go?" Tristan scolded as he came out of the bathroom and saw Andrew. He's been acting differently ever since Kari's funeral.

Andrew sighed for the umpteenth time. Tristan was getting harder to get rid of, perhaps it was his fault.

“You wouldn't understand."

“Try me." Tristan sat on the rolling chair and swayed himself towards Andrew. “You like her don't you." Tristan asked, a smug look on his face.

"Something doesn't feel right.” Andrew muttered, he was thinking really hard.

"You're overthinking it. You've probably done business with her boss and you don't remember.”

"I told you, I don't do business with females. They're weak and can't take it all on.” Andrew grumbled like he