CHLOE It has been three months since I arrived here in the Philippines. I was supposed to come here with my parents and Carly, but they didn't make it, so I am the only one who came here. The problem with Carly got worse than ever. She needed extra care, so she stayed in a psychiatric hospital. Mommy and Daddy said Carly seemed to be doing better there. I really hope so. I hope she will be okay. Yes, I'm hoping… hoping that my sister will be well soon. I miss the old Carly, who is so vibrant and has a positive outlook. The one who was always there for me. Cheering. Supporting. And believing me. For three months, I have done nothing here in the Philippines besides simply looking for Trace Dimagiba. Not even telling my cousin Harriet the truth. I'm not telling anyone that Carly isn't okay. That is our family’s secret. I promise Mom that no matter what queries I may hear from our relatives regarding the whereabouts of our family, I won't give any information that my sister is suffering

CHLOEMy eyes grew bigger while I looked at the fat guy and the poor older man, probably in his sixties or seventies. The fat one kept complaining about what the older man did even though it was an accident. I want to say that it's okay, that I will shoulder the expenses for repairing the chubby man's car, to help the older man, and to stop the humiliation. If that’s what the big fatty guy wants, I would help. I wanna suggest that, but... I can't. I'm afraid to interrupt.Still, I was there, concernedly watching the scene and listening to what the two parties were saying. Our driver, Manong Berto, kept telling Harriet and me to return inside our van. But Harriet was trying to film the moment using her phone. She said she will post the video on social media later. That is the only way my cousin thought she could help the poor older man. Harriet was even saying that netizens are great judges most of the time.I looked at the people around me, and it seemed no one wanted to intervene. Th

CHLOE That man, that freaking handsome man that fought with the policemen earlier, disturbed my thoughts again. I breathed in and out deeply. I shook my head sideward to remove him from my thoughts. I should not think of him, but he is penetrating my thoughts now as I remember how he became my inspiration years ago. The last time I came here to the Philippines was in 2018, and that was the only moment I saw him when I accidentally bumped into him at the airport. The thought of him and the dream that I’d like to see him again made me want to return here to the Philippines in 2019, but sadly the pandemic entered the scene, and everyone around the globe was affected. We homeschooled, but eventually, because of the vaccine, the USA recuperated fast, and I gladly graduated last year with no problem. I got a job quickly with the help of Carly, but after the pandemic, our family problem became the issue we needed to face. I sighed. I will find Trace Dimagiba soon as I have leads now in

TRACE I drank the remaining beer from the bottle and gave a glimpse to Logan, who was licking and sucking the pussy of one of the whores we took out from the Nightlight. We are now in the hotel of Jeru. I was planning to go to my penthouse and told Franco to ensure it was clean. But my assistant said my 'amazing' sister, Paige, was there with some friends, drinking and house partying. Paige kept calling me earlier, but I hung up on her as I didn't want to be disturbed by her tantrums and whinings. Because of the information I got from Franco, I changed my mind about going to the penthouse. And when Logan asked me earlier where we would take the two bitches he had taken out from Nightlight Bar, I said here, to Jeru's Hotel, which is the Dam Es Luxury. The girl I wanna fuck tonight wasn't in the bar, as the manager informed me. I told her, the bar's floor manager, to make that bitch follow me here in the hotel. They need to obey if they don't want me to return to them tomorrow and bl

TRACEI woke up with the sound of the ringing tone of a fucking phone. What a shit! Who the hell is calling this early?! All I remember is I turned off my phone last night. Who turned on my phone?! Tangina! Damn it! I fucking hate this hangover feeling, and now added by someone disturbing me!I lazily extended my right arm and grabbed my phone on top of the chest drawer, which was on the side of the bed, but it was still fucking off! Fuck! If it's not my phone that's ringing, whose is it? And the ringing tone of my phone is not like that. Screw this hangover! Why did I forget that it's not my phone's ringtone? Hell!"Fuck me," I said to myself. Irritable and sleepy, I yawned.The irritating sound stopped, and I thought of going back to sleep again. I closed my eyes and was about to return to my dreams with my pretty lady when the phone rang again. Fucking hell!"Tangina!" I spat while getting up in my beast mode.I sat on the kingsize bed. Sighed. My eyes roamed around and saw Logan s