Chapitre 270: A Hostile Visit

For a very odd reason, I found myself terrified from the morning light. I woke up, drenched in sweat, as I looked beside me. Oddly—if it's even odd—she wasn't there. I sighed, as I got up from my bed and exited the room, just to see her nowhere.

Absolutely nowhere.

Did she escape or something—unless—she ran with the money!

Of course that fiend would take my money and run with it! That betrayer! The anger boiling through my blood was too great to contain.

But then, I heard the bathroom door open, as she exited out of there. She looked at me with concern, which I calmed down, trying to pretend nothing happened.

"You good?" she asked.

"Yes, I think," I said with an embarrassed smile. "So when are we going to get to the airport?"

"Tomorrow, so that we can meet your friend and get back to our regular lives as soon as possible," she said. She spit her marinating toothpaste into her cup, leaving this sticky, viscous residue.