Looking For Anna (1)

Vincent wears a black long-sleeved shirt and black pants. He also uses a black cloth mask to cover part of his face.

He wore a string of identification nametag around his neck so no one would be wary of him. He turned the card over so that both his name and photo were hidden.

He walked out to meet the staff to get them used to his appearance.

"Why are you wearing a mask?"

"Cough... Cough... I'm not feeling well. Maybe because I was too tired."

"Oh, don't push yourself too hard. Would you like some ginger?"

"No, thank you."

This way, no one would suspect him even if he was wearing a mask. Of course, he wouldn't enter the hall. He would just be on guard outside to make sure someone wouldn't ruin this.

The documentary has been taken over by one of his team members.

Vincent's original plan was to take photos inside the hall while his member would be on guard outside.

But since most of the Regnz family came, his identity as Vincent Regnz will undoubtedly be exposed. Because of that, he switched roles with his member.

Even so, just in case, he was wearing a mask so that no one would recognize him.

But who could have thought his disguise was easily exposed just because of the scent of the soap he used so often.

A little girl had pulled the cloth off his pants and called him 'uncle.' That girl was none other than his niece, Abigail.

"How do you know it's me?" Vincent asked, crouching down to make the same eye level with the little girl.

"Your scent," replied the girl, smelling the scent of his body. "You're the only one who uses lemonade-scented soap."

Vincent shook his head in disbelief at his niece's intense sense of smell. He was wearing thick clothes and using a different perfume. The lemon scent should have disappeared as soon as he sprayed perfume on his clothes.

Since his niece found out, Vincent had no other way but to persuade her.

Vincent opened his hands and showed them in front of Abi's face.

"Look, my hand is empty." then his hand moved very quickly towards Abi's back as he got up slowly.

What a coincidence he brought chocolate candy in his pocket. Unknown to Abi, Vincent slipped his hand into his shirt pocket nimbly to take the candy.

After that, he returned to crouching and showed his hands, which were now balled into a fist.

"Pick one,

"Isn't it still empty?" Abi asked with an adorable confused expression.

"No. There is something very sweet and tasty. If you picked the wrong hand, you can't eat it."

Abi pouted as if she knew her uncle had something she liked inside his hand.

"I will tell you the correct answer if you make a promise to me."

"What promise?"

Vincent smiled without realizing that his niece could not see him because it was still covered with his mask. Even so, Vincent opened his right hand, which contains chocolate candy, which was the little girl's favorite candy.

Abi's eyes lit up when she saw the contents of her uncle's hand and immediately took the contents.

"Abi, don't tell anyone that I'm here."

"Including mom?"

"Including your mom. No one should know that I'm here. I will give you a present if no one recognizes me until all of you back home. Can you promise that?"

"I promise. Thanks for the candy."

Abi gave him a short kiss on the cheek covered by a cloth mask and went straight back into the hall.

"Too bad. I should have taken off my mask for a bit." He complained to himself.

Vincent rose to his feet to continue his guard duty and turned towards the elevator. His steps stopped when he saw someone there.

Vincent was surprised to see that girl with a very different appearance. He couldn't even control his heartbeat at all.

That night, when he saw Catherine walking down the balcony, he was amazed and thought of her as an angel who had come down to earth.

This time is the same. Beautiful looked like an understatement word because that girl looks like a stunning angel... it's just that this angel looks like she wants to punish someone or wants to kidnap someone?

Regardless, Vincent could not take his eyes off the girl in front of him at this time. He felt like his whole world was just turning upside down for the girl in front of him.

Is there a girl this gorgeous in this world? That girl did not look weak or spoiled like a rich girl in general. Even though she had a sharp gaze, the girl didn't exude any arrogance.

Vincent gulped because he could not control the beat of his heart.

The moment he saw the sharp glow of Catherine's eyes and the girl's backward footsteps brought him to his senses.

Just before the girl screamed, Vincent immediately took off the mask.

"Wait! It's me."

"Why are you dressed like that?" it is evident that Cathy didn't like his appearance. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be working inside?"

"There is someone who replaced me. I'm not feeling well. That's why..." Suddenly his nose felt itchy and... Vincent sneezed quite loudly.

"Do you have the flu?" asked Cathy this time with a worried tone.

Vincent didn't feel like he had the flu, but earlier, he did sneeze because it felt itchy with the cloth mask he was wearing.

"I have no idea," Vincent replied as weakly as possible, trying to draw mercy from Cathy while putting his mask back on. "I might catch the flu."

"Then you need to rest, don't hang around out here," came the firm advice from Cathy.

Vincent just nodded his head without answering.

"How about you? Why are you out here?" Vincent asked back.

"I was looking for Anna. Did you see her?"

"No. She's not inside?"

Cathy didn't answer and hurried past him to peek into the hall. Again, she didn't find Anna there.

Then Cathy walked back to the elevator to try to find her in the backyard. Once out of the lift, Cathy walked with short but quick steps toward the garden. Alas, no one there.

Cathy continued to walk towards the kitchen. There was no sign of his sister's presence either. Then she turned in the opposite direction through a long corridor decorated with beautiful paintings.

In the middle of the corridor, her steps stopped. She shifted her petite body to look at someone behind her.

"When will you stop following me?"