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I was silent for a moment, looking at Arya as if asking for an opinion. Arya nodded, then Andrew handed me a piece of paper. Of course, the previous one was written something.

"Here," he said again. I nodded.

"Thanks, Ndrew," I said. He smiled crookedly.

"Whatever I will help as long as it's to solve this problem, Lam. I know Ricky is a good boy," he said. Then left me and Arya.

I immediately took Arya to that address. We had to hurry because Rian had always texted me if I had to meet Ricky now before Ricky went crazy. Apparently, the reason I went to the salon made Ricky not believe it. And he insisted on following.

"Shit, I propose myself to be a GP racer then, Lam!" Arya shouted in the middle of the roar of her motorbike.

I just smiled in response, it seems Arya forgot that her pale skin had to be guarded for her work. On this hot day, he didn't wear a jacket because he was probably so nervous.

"I'll treat you then!" I exclaimed.