"Anya, are you sure you don't want to buy something?" Cedric asked to confirm. I, sitting behind him on the motorcycle, rolled my eyes in annoyance. I don't know how many times he's asked this question already.

"No," I replied shortly.

"But I'm hungry. Just a quick bite, okay? I can't take it anymore. I've been busy helping Mr. Sarman."

Suddenly, I felt sorry for him. He must be exhausted from focusing on driving the motorcycle carefully all day. I know Sarman's work habits. He always wants everything perfect and praises from Krystal. But the report I was studying had a lot of lies. Still, I can't talk to Cedric...