Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Beverly Carington

What kind of crazy man he is? Flushing the most important project in history. God, he's an idiot. I literally got out from my house and jumped into the taxi. I told the taxi driver his address and asked him to speed up.

As soon as he arrived, I jumped through the fence and ran inside. I opened the door and found no one in the house.

"Clyde?" I called him and all I found is the doll that I put into his car and the notes that I gave him.

"Clyde!" I called him once again. I walked into the kitchen to find him.. to the dining room.. nope.

"Clyde!" I called and I heard someone locking the door. I ran out from the dining room to the living room. Clyde's standing at the door smirking at me.

"You're not drunk?"

"How come do you think I'm drunk?" He asked.

"Because you said you don't know where your sketch is."

"Oh they're upstairs in my room." He said and I looked at him disbelief.

"What?"