'Hitman'

Amber's gaze lowered. She felt a sense of relief at what he said. "Tristan. Thank you."

Amber knew Tristan was doubtful. Yet, he still respected her privacy and she really appreciated it. "Drive safely."

"I will," Tristan smiled. Then he waited for her to enter the house before he drove away.

Tristan glanced at his phone as it rang. He immediately answered it. "Yes. Harry?"

[I'm free now. Can we meet at my place right now?]

Tristan glanced at his watch. It was 11:50 am.

"Yeah. Sure. I'm heading there now."

Tristan drove as fast as he could with that serious expression hung on his face. He knew Harry's address because he had been there once.

He stopped in front of an elegant house with white and grey combination color. Uh. He didn't clearly see the entire view of Harry's house since they arrived at night here before. Also, he wasn't fully conscious at that time due to the overwhelming agony he felt.