Brandon walked around. There was no familiar face in sight.
Realizing he probably couldn't find them, he walked towards a nearby tree and leaned on it.
Flick. Flick—!
Lighting up a cigarette, Brandon took a drag, the bitter taste entering his mouth, followed by the heat that seemed to suffocate his throat.
Yet that suffocation seemed to ease his mind as he exhaled, the smoke escaping his lips.
Crouching down, he glanced at his phone.
For the past week, he had sent Illya to watch over Belle and Amelia whenever she was free.
In the first place, Illya was always free.
She had barely taken on any jobs, but since Brandon was paying her good, there was no way she would refuse.
In any case, Brandon frowned.
'Why isn't she responding?'
He had asked Illya for their whereabouts. Yet for some reason, she wasn't responding at all.
