When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“What else could it be?” A defiant voice called out from the bathroom. “F*ck, it feels like I’ve just puked my guts out. I’ve only been at your house for a few minutes and I’m already within an inch of my life!”

For some reason, his voice sounded funny to me. He should start a comedy show, I thought to myself.

Holden’s expression soured at the sight of my mirth and he clutched his stomach as he walked toward us. He had to support himself against the wall as he staggered into the living room and said, “Your drawings may not be worth a penny, but art is priceless. If you sell it, your money won’t be clean anymore. How could you miss such a simple theory?”

His words hit the mark for me. After a brief moment of hesitation, I finally realized how terrifying this all was.

Only dirty money had to be laundered. If it was dirty money, that meant it had been acquired illegally. The moment the transaction got discovered by the policemen, I would at least be arrested for aiding and abetting a crime as the so-called owner of the painting. Even if I didn’t think about the sentence I would get, I would still lose my freedom. I barely managed to get my freedom back, but it seemed like I was on the verge of losing it again.

Why?

Everything was starting to fall into place, so why is everything going downhill again?

growing numb after all of my

my senses, realizing Ashton was holding my hand. I tried my best to

realize any mistakes, but they also tried to drag innocent people inside. All they wanted to do was to see me panic and fret and cry, so if I showed them that they had gotten to me, they would

“That’s why I brought Rose over once we landed. People are really cunning nowadays and you all need to be careful. I know you know how to get rid of being suspected as a culprit in money laundering since you studied law, but I just wanted to remind you to do it as

anymore and decided to send them off. “I got it. It’s been a really long day, so I’m going to head upstairs now. Feel

Scarlett, we

that I didn’t want to continue talking and glanced at Rose. After indicating for her not to continue the conversation, he helpfully

aloof in the face of his considerate words, so I sent them

behind me as I left, “Isn’t Nick gay? Has he always been such

and had just lay down when Ashton walked in and

asked quietly after hugging me for

the influence of their surroundings, and naturally, Ashton had already grasped the ins and outs of my own mood swings. His tone was so gentle I felt