Sitting in the car, Donald kept smoking. His first reaction was to light up a cigarette. He inhaled deeply, smoke creeping up his face, puffing one after another as he was trying to figure out what was happening.
After half an hour, the ashtray was filled with butts. He finally saw an Aston Martin driving toward the Greg’s house. He rolled down his window and saw a delicate small face, smiling sweetly.
It was Edie Lara. All of a sudden, Donald straightened his body. No one could see him in the darkness, so he fixed his eyes on Edie’s face. He did not move, he sat there motionless. He looked at her with greedy eyes.
As the car approached, Donald could feel his heart beating faster and faster. He couldn’t calm himself down until he saw a man from the window. It was Stuart Yates.
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