21. The Trace

No one can really keep a lie in secret.

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“Shit! I lost them again!”

Ansel cursed in annoyance. He slammed his back against the parapet of his swivel chair. Both his hands joined together into fists full of furiousness.

If only there was no fatal accidence before his eyes, he must have caught up with Qeiza. Luckily the brakes of his car were very gripping so there were no consecutive accidents.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk! You’ve gone from the office in the early morning, then coming home like a general losing the war,” Xander scorned, slumping his butt on the couch.

From his desk, he could see clearly when Ansel passed by in front of his room with a red face. That’s why he hastily tailed Ansel.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Your prey ran away again?”

Ansel stared sharply at Xander. His dark eyes got darker. A white gleam in his pupils was like the radiance of a samurai that was ready to chop up Xander’s body.

“Did you think it’s funny?”

“Gosh! I just asked,” said Xander. “You’re gettin