Brent rubbed his cheek after I slapped him left and right. “As you can see, the rain has stopped, you can go back to Veritas!”

　　“But my t-shirt isn't dry yet.”

　　“Well, that's not my problem if you're going home to the province in a duster!” And I don't care if it looks ridiculous wearing house flowers. I was about to speak when my cellphone rang. I picked it up from the table and answered the caller. “Yes, Mr. Khalifa? What? Why did you even come here to the house? I wish you would have sent me back to the hotel. Or, just a moment.”

　　“Who came?” Brent asked me...