FIVE.

Tristan’s POV

It was a bright morning, but to me, it was just another regular day filled with work, cries and nightmares. I was working on a laptop behind my desk when I suddenly heard a knock on my door.

“Come in...” I permitted and Enrique walked into my office. He had a few papers in his hands, but his mood looked a bit serious, in contrast to his expression two days ago. I was quite curious as to what would make my ever-enthusiastic secretary so gloomy.

He arrived before my desk and handed me the papers. “I’ve done what you asked of me sir,” he mentioned. I took the papers off his hands and went through the entire biography-looking description of a lady.

“Adrianna Sterling, born on September 22nd, lives in Yellow-lane Street, Gundam City. Age twenty-six, six feet tall and... single.” I read out loud and after looking at the personal information, I decided to check her occupation and I was stunned.

“Is she a machine?! Works part-time in Three restaurants and as a cleaner in a high school downtown. That’s too much. Why would she overwork herself so much?” I questioned but Enrique didn’t reply. He just watched me without speaking but I never directed the question to him in the first place.

I looked further and when I read the end of her general story overview, I smirked coldly.

“...So, she goes to the city hospital to check on her mother who is in a critical condition and requires surgery that costs over ten thousand bucks,” I uttered before looking at Enrique.

“You’ve done well, Enrique. We’ve found what I’ve been looking for.” I commended but the latter looked somewhat stunned. I wasn’t that bothered about his expression as I got up from my seat and picked up my suit, “Get ready, Enrique. Let’s go visit our girl.”