Chapter 17

Keith took off his anti-radiation goggles, massaged between his eyebrows that were tensed as he kept staring at the computer screen for most of the night to read the report documents of his men. The clock on the screen of his iMac was already three in the morning. That means, he had spent his time in the room for five hours in his room after taking care of the needs Larch needed after returning from the park. The female beagle herself was fast asleep on his bed after he struggled to get the dog to sleep in the room he had prepared (after asking Marie's approval, of course), and ended in failure. Fortunately, Larch was not an active type of dog. His attitude actually reminded him of a cat. So calm and calm. Not the type of dog who was too loud. It suited him. His intuition was never wrong.

Leaning his back on the chair, he looked up at the ceiling of his room. Talking about intuition made him remember the strange feeling he had earlier. As if someone was watching them. His