"Should I go back?"
I was a little hesitant. For no reason, I was unexpectedly a little addicted to this kind of plain and beautiful life I was having now.
A few days ago, I even went to inquire about the work in the town.
Although an ordinary waiter's income here was only 3,000 in local currencies, because of the cheap goods price, I could have a very good life here.
At that moment, I even wanted to stay here.
It would be nice to stay here for the rest of my life.
When I and Shelton walked back, a car was speeding toward us with roaring sounds of the engine.
As the car was about to hit us, the driver began to brake!
The harsh braking sound echoed on the street of the quiet town.
I looked at the car. And my heart tightened.
The next second, a man in a black trench coat got out of the car.
It was Patrick Cowell.
It wasn't until I saw him for the second time that I recognized him.