Chapter 2
He behaved too abnormally.
I turned around and looked behind me, “Is there something terrifying behind me?”
However, there was nothing.
Antwan was still screaming.
I couldn’t help but raise my hand and slap him!
He still looked at me in horror, then he flipped me over and tried to run away.
I acted quickly and grabbed hold of his thigh.
“What are you afraid of? Am I going to eat you?”
Antwan wailed continuously, crying so hard that snot flew out.
He kicked and stomped, shouting “ancestors, grandma” in a state of collapse.
And my strength was not enough to overpower him, so in the end, he managed to escape.
With a loud bang of the security door, everything settled.
The suitcase was not taken away.
I sat paralyzed on the ground, full of doubts.
I opened the suitcase, and inside were clothes all jumbled up.
It was evident how flustered he was when tidying up.
I went to the bathroom and carefully observed myself in the mirror.
There was nothing different from usual.
Antwan has been missing for three days.
People who used to be able to contact him, friends, colleagues, his parents, all seemed to have agreed to block me as if they had made an appointment.
I really give up.
I went straight to Antwan’s house.
I met a real estate agent who was taking panoramic photos of the house.
I asked, “What about this family?”
The agent said, “I don’t know, we were only entrusted to sell the house.”
I was shocked and said, “So, I’ll give you five hundred dollars, and you help me arrange a meeting with this family.”
The agent shook his head and said, “It’s impossible. As far as I know, they went abroad yesterday.”
I was even more shocked.
I still found Antwan’s company.
The receptionist saw me and greeted me with a smile.
But when they heard I was Salma Davila, a friend of Antwan’s, the smile at the front desk couldn’t hold up.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Davila, we do not welcome you.”
I said coldly, “just came to ask him a few questions.”
I’m sorry, Ms. Davila, Mr. Stephenson’s friends specifically instructed me that if you came looking for him, they absolutely would not see you.”
“Why? There must be a reason, right?”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Davila, reasons unknown. I’m just a messenger, please don’t make it difficult for me.”
Okay, I’m leaving.
Chapter 2
I got back into the car and pounded the steering wheel hard a few times.
I actually had a guess: “I was sleepwalking.”
So Antwan was scared.
But I have lived for 27 years and have never sleepwalked.
80% of sleepwalkers have a family history, but not in my family.
Besides, sleepwalking, scared Antwan enough to leave the country?
Even his colleagues are afraid of me?
His colleague didn’t sleep with me, what is there to be afraid of?
Since no answer could be found from Antwan.
Then I’ll break the deadlock from my colleagues!
Three more days passed.
I was so tired, so tired, that I really looked like a panda with two black circles around my eyes.
I slept through the night, but the day was still hazy and heavy.
But I still forced myself to cheer up and quickly moved into the new house.
Next, I called a few colleagues who I usually get along with to warm up the room.
Barbecue was eaten, a little wine was drunk.
At ten o’clock at night, a few of us were staggering around.
I suggested, “You guys should just stay at my place tonight.”
Everyone had no objections.
