There was a sneer from Brad. "You can choose not to come." He repeated. "But I can't guarantee that you'll see her again."

Confirmed, he was threatening me.

Sometimes, I wondered what kind of person Brad was. After all these years, I still had no idea whether he was a good or bad person. But then again, one couldn't just simply tell if a person was good or bad.

I paid the driver and got out of the car. The driver looked a little worried. "Miss, are you sure you'll go there? You might get in danger."

I nodded as I held up my umbrella to shield myself from the...