บท 92: I Am Not An Addict

The car ride was very long; it was a four-hour drive until they arrived at Chongming Island.

Raymond walked down the car and carried the sleeping Grace in his arms. The car was parked in front of a small but beautiful house he had afforded on this island, though it was small. It was the most luxurious house on the island, known as "Mira Home."

He walked inside and climbed the wooden stairs before he placed her on the bed and returned downstairs to his men.

"They can't find us here; you all go back and enjoy the holidays," he ordered, and they all nodded before they hurried to the car and drove out while leaving one car.

Raymond scanned the place, which was void of traffic noise. The loudest noise was from the stream at the back of the house.

And the air was so clean. Right now, he should be focusing on ruining the Aguero's when they were at a hassle, but Grace needed a break.