"I'll give you my business card. You can call me when you want to ask for compensation," said Rendy as he took a business card from his wallet.
Evans accepted it while studying the business card.
"Rendy Wijaya, what a familiar name," Evans muttered.
"Well, you know who I am now, don't you? Please don't be too complicated. Just tell me what kind of compensation do you want?" asked Rendy arrogantly.
"Okay, I'll think about what I'd like to ask for compensation," Evans said casually.
"Well, now I can go? I have to meet an important person," said Rendy.
"All right, Mister Aerospace," Evans said in a heavy tone.
"Strange person," Rendy muttered as he got into his car and hurried out of place.
Evans smiled sarcastically as he watched Rendy leave. He threw away Rendy's business card.
"You're quite apologetic, though," Evans said.
Evans then took his cell phone from his jacket pocket. And call someone.
"Kenand, change my car. I want a new one," Evans ordered his secretary over the phone.
"Again?" said Kenand as if this wasn't the first time this had happened. Evans changed his car.
"Yeah, in ten minutes, I want the car in front of me," Evans said firmly.
"Master, where?" Kenand asked hurriedly.
Evans smiled while sending him his current address. Then he put his phone in his jacket pocket again.
***
CIITT!
A luxury car was parked in front of Evans, sitting in a chair in the coffee cafe parking lot.
Kenand got out of the car in a hurry.
"Here's the key!" Kenand said as he handed it to Evans.
"Five seconds too late," Evans said as he got into the car.
Kenand saw the condition of Evans' car, which had a large scratch on the door.
"Master, what is it this time?" Kenand asked, confused.
"Fix it. It'll come in handy someday," Evans said as he hit the gas and left Kenand alone.
Kenand sighed with his boss's attitude.
"You lunatic! I know you're rich, but why do you always wreck your fancy cars?" Kenand whined as he rubbed Evans' car.
While Evans was in his car thinking about something. He glanced at the screen of his car that connected to the internet.
You can see Andrea's picture on the screen. Evans tapped the screen, thinking.
"What should I do now? Is it time or wait for you to look for me? Are you going to look for me? I'm not sure you'll come to me?" he muttered to himself.
****
Rendy entered his apartment and approached Andrea, who looked pale, like a depressed person.
"Hello Andrea dear, sorry I'm gone for a bit today. I just met Felix and some officials. They're so glad I came. Do you want to miss me?" asked Rendy as if Andrea was his lover.
Andrea didn't budge. She sighed as she leaned her head against the wall. Andrea looks like an undead who just resigned herself to fate.
"Andrea, did you hear me? Are you mad? Sorry, next time, I'll ask you out," Randy said with a smile.
He grabbed Andrea to lean on his shoulder. Randy occasionally kissed Andrea's forehead, who could no longer fight back due to being held captive by Rendy.
"Let go of me," Andrea said quietly, completely powerless.
"You want a way out? Wait, I will take care of everything. I will take you for a walk. I will cook for you. Wait here," said Rendy.
Rendy left Andrea, who was limp helplessly on the end of the sofa, leaning against the wall.
Rendy casually went to the kitchen and made food for Andrea. He even put on some music and hummed a little.
"Someone, save me," Andrea muttered quietly.
****
Evans walked casually to the salon where Andrea worked. He requested an entire reservation today at the salon and asked that Andrea be taken care of.
"Sorry, but Andrea doesn't work here anymore," said reception.
Evans was shocked to hear the news. Why didn't Kenand report to him?
"When did she come out?" asked Evans.
"It's been a week," replied the guest clerk.
"Okay, okay," Evans answered giddily.
Evans then called Kenand to find out where Andrea was.
"Kenand gives me Andrea's home address," Evans said.
"What's the matter? You said you'd never go there," Kenand replied.
"Do you have to repeat my orders?"
"Okay, sir, wait, I'll send it," said Kenand.
It didn't take long for a notification message to come in. Andrea's home address already appeared on Evans' cell phone.
He rushed to Andrea's house, but the big house seemed empty. The house lights didn't turn on at all.
"Where is he going?" mumbled Evans.
He tried to ring Andrea's doorbell, but no one answered.
"Where is she going?" Evans muttered in confusion.
He then asked Kenand to keep track of where Andrea was. Evans tried to contact Andrea but couldn't. The phone is dead.
"Sir," Kenand said over the phone.
"Do you know where she is?" asked Evans, who was still in front of Andrea's house.
"Last tracked her cell phone in a luxury apartment in the corner of Jayakarta.
"Luxury apartment? What's with the lover?" asked Evans.
"No sir ... but ..." Kenand seemed confused to say it.
"What is it?" Kenand asked.
"It's an apartment unit belonging to Rendy Dirgantara," said Kenand.
Evans took a deep breath. He seemed to have predicted this.
"Send someone over there," Evans ordered.
"No sir," said Kenand.
"Why can not?" Evans snapped.
"It's an elite area. We can't just send people there. Moreover, it's the Dirgantara family," said Kenand.
"Then, how?" Evans' tone sounded a little panicked.
"Are you worried? What are you worried about?" asked Kenand in surprise.
"Who's worried? We need that woman. Don't let me lose her," Evans said evasively.
"Oh," said Kenand curtly.
"Find a way in there. No, someone has to go in there," Evans roared.
"There must be special access there. At least you know the residents there. Uh, wait a minute, sir, you can go there," said Kenand.
Suddenly Evans thought of something. He then got into his car and looked for something.
"Where do I put his business card?" mumbled Evans.
"What is it, sir?" Kenand asked.
"I'm looking for a business card belonging to Rendy Dirgantara," said Evans, still looking.
"Why do you bother? I can tell you the address of the place and Rendy Dirgantara's number," said Kenand.
****
TING! VAT!
Evans rang the doorbell of an apartment. He rushed to Rendy's apartment after Kenand told him.
He waited a long time, Evans pressed the bell button for Rendy's apartment unit again. And until finally opened by Rendy with an arrogant face.
"You?" said Randy surprised.
"Sorry to come without telling you. I came to talk about compensation," Evans said.
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