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"She left New York to which city?" Edward asked. "I mean, why would she be leaving New York?"

"I wouldn't know that," Christopher said immediately, raising his hands up.

Edward turned to Donald.

"Me neither, but there is a rumor on the social media that she was travelling to Singapore, although the source isn't verified," Donald spoke.

"To Singapore?" Edward smirked.

Donald and Christopher exchanged a glance.

"Don't tell me you are going to go after her to Singapore," Christopher voiced out in curiosity.

"Of course not," Edward answered. "Why should I do that? Ladies come after me, not the other way round, or do you guys think I am desperate?" He shot.

"Of course not," Donald and Christopher said in unison.

"So what are your plans?" Donald asked.

"Switch plans, of course. Instead of faking a marriage certificate like the last time, I will go for a three-year marriage contract," Edward answered.

"What about the baby?" Christopher's amused voice came.

"Shut up, Christopher," Edward snapped. "The first thing is to get the bride first, a bride that would agree to all my conditions. That would be enough to make my mom calm down for the next one year," Edward spoke with a smile of satisfaction.

"You are really a legend at this, Edward. So since Miss Emily is off the picture now, who is going to be the lucky girl to be Mrs Yates?" Donald asked.

"Not really Mrs Yates," Christopher chimed in. "We should say, Mrs Yates only in paperwork."

The three of them burst out into laughter.

"That got me really hard," Donald laughed.

"You both are a dumbass hole," Edward laughed harder.

The room temperature finally settled in.

"So, Edy," Donald sat up from the bar couch, resting his hands on his thigh on a serious note. "Since Miss Emily is out of the state, you actually lost the bet."

"Donald, you should really let him be, unless he would bite you," Christopher laughed. "Edward's company fit go bankrupt any time soon."

Edward smirked.

"That is never going to happen," Edward claimed proudly. "I have not seen that human capable of rendering me broke at this point," his proud voice came.

"But Donald, don't be in a rush. The one week isn't off yet."

"I was just reminding you," Donald answered.

"Don't mind him, Edy, you know how obsessed this son of the governor is with money," Christopher chimed in.

"Who doesn't love money?" Donald's voice came.

"Anyone that is not Christopher," Edward answered and together with Donald they laughed out.

"I know I am the most broke ass among this group and I am not going to drag it with my two rich ass friends," Christopher sounded unbothered.

"Don't make it sound that bad, Christopher, after all you are the son of a senator. It's not that bad," Donald tapped his shoulder.

The three lifted up their glasses filled with beer. "Cheers to our years of friendship," and they all gulped it down at once.

"I can't believe that we were able to make it past kindergarten stage," Donald commented.

"I really remember, Christopher was good at urinating on himself despite being four," Edward added.

Their chuckles were swallowed by the dark night.

****

Emily arrived at Singapore after a long flight and was exhausted after checking into her room.

The air in Singapore hit different from that in New York. And she really felt so relieved of every stress on her shoulders.

She wondered what her parents' reaction would be when they finally found out that she had run away from New York.

It would be silly if they sent thugs to drag her back home just like old times. She would actually call them stupid if they thought she would be marrying Mr Yates in Sandra's place.

She wanted a happy and loving marriage, not some marriage with a freak.

She rested on her soft foam, waiting for sleep to swallow her.

And gosh, the morning came faster than she had ever imagined, and to be very honest she doesn't want to wake up already.

She was still exhausted and needed her body to relax and heal from the long trip.

Her eyes shut open at once, and looking at the clock which hung on the wall just in front of her, she sprang out of the bed and rushed to her unboxed box.

Although it's crazy and not like her, she managed to find the perfect outfit without much stress.

By the time she was all dressed up, it was already six thirty AM by the clock.

She grabbed her headset and phone and then her notepad, heading to the door. She shook her head in disapproval, looking at the whole lot on her hands.

She walked back inside the room and grabbed her brown purse, placing every item she felt that was important inside it before rushing.

She arrived at the express road and jogged continuously, her eyes wandering about and refusing to stay in one place.

She sighed on many occasions as she jogged, her body becoming restless. And after about an hour of waiting for nothing, she proceeded to the gym house nearby.

But disappointment soon washed over her immediately. Her eyes trailing at each person present at the gym house.

"What are you looking for, ma?" The gym instructor asked.

"Nothing," Emily answered, still looking around.

"Are you sure it is nothing? I can really help you out if you don't mind," he smiled at her.

"Actually, I was wondering if Mr Williams is not coming for today's session?" She rubbed her hands awkwardly at the back of her neck.

The gym instructor arched a brow.

"Just asking, he is a good friend of mine," Emily added immediately.

"Then why don't you call him instead?" The gym instructor asked.

"You are right, I just didn't see any reason to if I could just ask you, or don't you believe me?" She blinked sweetly at him.

The gym instructor took a good look at her. "She doesn't look bad to be close to Mr Williams, and she is pretty too," he thought.

"It's just that we don't give out information about our clients here. I'm sorry, I can't be of help."

Emily smiled. "It's nothing, maybe I should call him instead," she said, walking away.

She collapsed on the floor inside her room immediately she stepped in. "Gosh... She was not used to this. Why would she need to gym whereas she is naturally fit? This is so exhausting."

She pulled out her phone.

"I guess you are no longer interested in this easy job, Nichol. Why didn't you tell me that Adrian changed his schedule? And why isn't he at the gym? That has never happened, is he sick?" She asked all at once.