Chapter 3

The girl was small but attracted him intensely.

Even if she didn't need him to repay her, somehow, he would definitely repay her.

The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.

Only then did he realize, his phone in his vest pocket was ringing.

Afraid to wake the people inside, he quickly went over to answer the phone.

But it seems that his worries are superfluous.

The people inside had long since fallen asleep.

He put the phone to his ear and spoke calmly.

- Say.

On the other end of the line, someone quickly answered.

(General Brene, are you okay? Where are you?)

Even he himself did not know exactly where this place was.

When being chased, he just kept running forward.

He calmly replied.

- I don't know, let me send you the location, come pick me up.

(Yes, I know.)

He quickly sent the location to the enemy.

Then he was ready to leave, he still had a lot of work to do.

Temporarily put on the shirt and vest from earlier.

Even if it's dirty, it's still better than having to leave the upper half of the body exposed.

I don't know what motivates him, but makes him feel lacking and procrastinating.

How his eyes fell unconsciously on the picture of her that he had been looking at for a long time.

He walked over to it, gently removed the photo from the frame, then put it in the pocket of his vest and left.

Before he left, he told himself.

"Girl, we'll see each other again!"

He opened the door to leave the apartment and there was a luxury car waiting outside.

The people in the car, as soon as they saw his shadow coming out, took the initiative to open the car door for him to enter, and bowed very respectfully.

- General Brene, it was my fault.

His voice was cold, with no warmth in response.

- Let's talk about this later, let's go.

The car quickly left, leaving behind the darkness that was covering the entire scene.

Darkness is always accompanied by concealment.

As if wanting to reconcile, embrace all the sins and mysteries inside.

Despite how many mysteries outside, or how many things to hide, Sweet Pea doesn't need to care at this time.

Nothing can resist the feeling of warmth when curled up in a warm blanket.

Her whole body relaxed and fell asleep.

This side is not as leisurely as the Sweet Pea side.

The luxury supercar stopped in front of a lavish five-star hotel.

Brene Brian stepped down, straight into the elevator.

His assistant walked beside him, quickly pressing the button for the floor where he was.

Large sumptuous presidential suite.

The price of a night is enough for an ordinary family to spend comfortably for several months.

Brene Brian tiredly dropped her heavy body on the sofa, rubbing her tired eyes.

Even though he didn't open his eyes, he still spoke up.

- Investigate me who did today's work, I want the results as soon as possible.

- Yes, I understood.

- Well, it's late, you should rest.

Said to rest but surely, for his assistant, tonight will be a long night.

He still has a lot of work to do...

It was a long night, but Brene Brian couldn't rest much either, perhaps because he was thinking too much.

Although, in this distant America, it is not in his area, but there are not many people who dare to take action and sit on top of the heavens.

And if anyone dares to think and do that crazy thing, surely the opponent has prepared for a big bet.

Brene Brian gently rubbed her tired eyelids, pressed the control button next to her.

The dark curtains slowly moved, allowing the morning sunlight to flood the magnificent room.

This business trip really gave him a headache.

He walked over to the wine cabinet, which was filled with precious bottles of wine, each of which had heavenly value.

Pouring himself a glass, he brought the whole glass of wine and stood calmly by the window.

Looking down from this height, the entire scene of Cambridge city was captured in his eyes.

It was late autumn, early in the morning the fog was still lingering in the air, making the scene even more blurred.

Feeling heavy, he raised his glass of wine and took a sip, letting the heat of the alcohol burn his throat, and especially his empty stomach.

There is a strange thing that no one can explain that, no matter how busy people are.

Regardless of appearance, personality, and background, there will be times when it is really indeterminate.

There are times when I myself can't figure out what I need, want and what I'm missing.

Just know it's a feeling that's always on the edge of the mood.

Just a moment of leisure, a second of idle thought, is enough to make it invade our entire mind.

Moments later, Brene Brian put the wine glass back on the table and walked into the bathroom.

Hot steam rose, the water flowed from the top of his head, as if to dispel all his fatigue.

At Sweet Pea's apartment.

She stretched comfortably after a good night's sleep.

Fortunately, today is the weekend when she doesn't have a class schedule so she can sleep in.

This feeling of comfort is really comforting.

Reaching for the phone on the bedside table, she realized now that it had run out of battery.

Plugging in the charger, she just started cleaning herself.

In fact, she already had her weekend planned out.

Sleep in a little more, eat a delicious breakfast, then go to the library to study for yourself.

It is the life of a genuine female jar.

The breakfast of toast and omelet with cold cuts and sausages was laid out by her.

Guaranteed simple yet energizing and delicious.

Before she could enjoy it, her phone rang.

Very reluctantly, but she still stood up to answer the phone.