Ethan's p.o.v

I pulled over at a distance from afar as I wait for Freya's car to pass by so I can pull my usual trick on the old man again.

But hours passed by and I couldn't see any traces of her car, or her, coming forth.

Damn it! She ought to have been back. It's evening already.

Or perhaps, she had returned earlier today.

Impatient and by the look of the weather, I hopped out of my car and strode towards the gateman at the entrance.

"Good day, Sir," I greeted but not without a confident and convincing smile curling up my lips.

"Hello, Master. How is it...