Chapitre 120: Delectable Neighbor

Walking towards the door, his steps synchronized with the beating of his heart. He felt like a protagonist in a cheap thriller film. Only the current situation is not a film -  but real life. 

He held the phone firmly in his sweaty hands, pressing it closer to his ear before opening the door, trying to prepare himself for whatever was on the other side. 

He released the deep breath he took and slowly creak the thick door opened, and get somewhat confused. 

Briare and Samara were in their foyer, all smiles. Like they are here for a neighborly visit and not to investigate a crime scene. 

He scanned the surroundings behind the couple and saw no other people. He was expecting men in black suits, stoic faces, muscled men to storm inside their villa. That would manhandle him with intense questioning -- but none of that was happening. 

The one he is seeing in front of his face is just like a scene from a beautiful Sunday morning.