The same day in the evening, I just sluggishly lay in the middle of my bed, looking at the ceiling.

Matt Hobsons has asked me to shift to his house by tonight, but I'm still at my rental apartment.

A sudden knock on my door makes me jump out of my skin. I sit up and glance at the door. Maybe Matt has sent his men now to take me to his house. With the pounding heart, I stand up from my bed and reach the door.

A young, good-looking man in a formal outfit is standing there at my doorway with his hands in his pockets, "Hi. I'm Aaron....