Trauma

After taking a shower, Evans immediately went to his laptop again. He looked at the report Kenand had sent. He stared intently at the reports until someone knocked on the door.

"Who's here tonight?" Evans muttered as he walked out of the house and opened the door.

"Good evening, Sir," A man dressed as a bodyguard came up to Evans.

"What is it?" asked Evans.

"Someone almost entered this area, this afternoon. But we forbade him, and he did not enter. And he asked questions about this place and the owner of this area," said the guard.

"Rendy Wijaya?" mumbled Evans.

"He's in a fancy car and with a girl," said the guard.

"Okay, you keep an eye on if someone suspicious enters. No one is allowed to enter except for village transportation. But from now on, you must record anyone who goes in and out of this area. Don't let me miss it. I'm still here until tomorrow afternoon. I want anyone to interfere," Evans said.