After I sent the plainclothes policemen off, I asked Irvin, "Do you have any acquaintances at the police station?"
"I went abroad a few years ago and just so happened to cooperate with the police on a couple of cases, so we became friends."
Irvin briefly explained this and didn't intend to talk more about it. I didn't press the matter and went along with him, "Foreign cases must be dangerous. Now that you're safe and sound, it must be a big relief to you."
Irvin seemed to have thought of something as he cracked a smile and agreed, "Yes, but it seems to be worth it now."
After Irvin had breakfast the very next morning, I headed home to cook him some homemade dishes.
The food served by the hospital was quite ordinary. Although Irvin didn't say anything about it, he was actually a very picky eater. The food from the canteen wasn't his cup of tea.
As soon as I reached the door, I heard a sharp braking. I turned around and noticed a black car coming to a halt by my side, followed by a woman in a silver shimmering dress with blond hair storming towards me.
As she had sunglasses on, I didn't recognize who she was.
Only after she had removed her sunglasses agitatedly did I realize that it was Andrea.
Andrea was probably used to being the center of attention, and she was dressed in a much more exaggerated manner compared to the previous time we met.
Gritting her teeth and pointing at my nose, she swore through her gnashed teeth as she approached me, "Arianna, you b*tch, why are you still standing here completely unharmed?"
She didn't hide her intention to kill me in the very least.
I'd be a pretty big fool if I wasn't able to guess what had happened.
At the thought of that critical situation, I clenched my fists and asked her, "Did you do something to Irvin's car?"
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