Chapter 66

As Andrew made his way down the stairs to the living room, he could feel the weight of Mr. Finn's gaze on him. He knew that his bruises were still visible, despite his attempts to freshen up.

"Wow, Mr. Reynolds," Mr. Finn exclaimed as he stood up from his chair. "So nice to see you after several months. It's good to see you back on your feet. We all thought you weren't going to make it."

Andrew scoffed at Mr. Finn's words. He knew that there were people out there who wanted him dead.

"Who wants to kill Andrew Reynolds?" he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else in the room.

But Mr. Finn seemed to take Andrew's words as a rhetorical question. He simply smiled and said, "I'm happy to see you, sir."

Andrew sank down onto the cushions with a sigh, his bruises still painfully visible on his face and neck.

"Thanks for making it here so quick," Andrew said as. "I really need those documents as soon as possible."

Mr. Finn nodded. "Always at your service, sir," he repli