Free Web NovelChapter 58: The border
"Who did I meet?" He grimaced.
"Yes, who did you meet?" I repeated. Before he left, he was on his phone. I believe he was chatting with someone; did he meet this person? Was it a man or a woman? I’m genuinely curious.
Bryce scoffed at my question, then looked at me as if I were speaking nonsense.
"Why? You can’t say?" I moved closer and stood in front of him. "You shouldn’t have done this to me." I gestured to my wet clothes.
"You’re right," he said, shaking his head. "I shouldn’t have left you by yourself. I should have taken you along. I admit that was a mistake." free𝑤ebnovel.com
Taken me where?
"Where?"
"You want to know where I went, don’t you? I’ll take you there next time; let’s have lunch." He turned and began to leave, but I stood still, refusing to follow him.
He is so annoying. They’re all annoying. He didn’t need to do this; now I’ll have to blow-dry my hair.
After leaving the gym, I went straight to my room, changed clothes, dried my hair, and then went down for lunch. I found Bryce in the dining room. He was done with his meal, but the dishes were still there.
Without a word to him, I started my lunch.
Three minutes later, Bryce received a call and received it.
"Yeah?" He said.
"Sir, one of the customs officers is acting up; he’s asking for more coins," a voice half-yelled from the other end. The speaker was on.
Bryce sighed. "How much?"
"Ten, and he’s also insisting on receiving it from you. I think he’s new. I haven’t seen him before; this is my first time seeing him."
"Where was he the whole time?"
"He just arrived, and he isn’t listening to the other officers; he’s threatening to report the goods," the man said.
"Alright, I’ll head there now."
"Sir, you don’t need to come; I’ll try to settle it on my own. We’ll convince him; I’m sure he’ll give in," the man yelled again.
"No, I’ll be there; I’ll settle it myself."
"Alright, sorry for the disturbance; today is supposed to be your off day. I feel guilty," the man said, but Bryce didn’t respond and disconnected the call.
He stood up and left the dining room.
Is he going there? Well, it’s none of my business; I don’t even understand their conversation.
I focused on my lunch, and after a few bites, Bryce showed up behind me; he had changed his outfit.
I gulped. "Are you... going somewhere?" I asked.
"Yes, and you’re coming with me. Stand up!"
"But I’m still—" He didn’t wait for me to finish; he pulled me out of my chair.
"I don’t have time to argue with you," he groaned, leading me to the garage. His driver was waiting by the car. When he saw us, he attempted to take the wheel, but Bryce stopped him.
"No," he said. "Hand the keys over to me."
"Sir?" His driver blinked, confused.
"I’m driving," Bryce stated.
"Yes, sir." The driver gave him the keys. Bryce opened the passenger door, helped me in, then got in the driver’s seat and started the car. We hit the highway. He was driving at an incredibly high speed; at this rate, we might get into an accident if he doesn’t slow down.
Turning to him, I swallowed hard. "Can you slow down a little? I feel... dizzy."
"You’ll be fine," he muttered and continued driving. Fifteen minutes later, we reached our destination and he stopped.
Once the car door opened, I ran out and vomited up everything I’d eaten.
"Are you okay?" He retrieved a bottle of water from the trunk and handed it to me.
"No," I grumbled. I was clearly not okay.
"Have this," he said, and I accepted.
"You can stay in the car if you feel unwell; I have things to settle," he said and began to leave. After regaining my strength, I looked around.
We were at the border; there were shipments, cargo, and travelers everywhere, both locals and foreigners. Customs officers and border patrol agents were present. I could see cameras and monitoring drones in the sky. It was also very windy. I felt cold.
I saw Bryce speaking to a customs officer. Wait, now they’re walking away. Where are they going? Curious, I followed them.
They entered a more enclosed area and continued speaking. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was a serious conversation.
I guessed the patrol guard wasn’t willing to accept the bribe he was offered. Was Bryce here earlier? Could this be where he went?
I continued to watch from a corner, but my heart skipped a beat when I noticed the man pulling a handgun from his back pocket.
Bryce didn’t know the man had a gun. Wait, don’t tell me he wants to shoot Bryce.
Before I could think, the customs guard was pointing the gun at Bryce’s forehead.
What? Is he going to shoot him?
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Bryce was unarmed and defenseless. I couldn’t let the officer shoot him.
Shakily, I reached for my phone in my back pocket. After retrieving it, I typed a message to Parker. I copied the same message and sent it to the others.
"Help! The customs guard is pointing a gun at Bryce’s forehead. Bryce is helpless and unarmed. What should I do?" My message read.
Parker replied.
"You don’t have to worry. Bryce is not a kid."
Gavin’s response came.
"He can help himself; put your mind at ease, princess."
Then Cooper’s reply:
"He took you to the border? Why would he do that? Save yourself first; you must be feeling cold. The wind there is no joke."
What? What are they saying? Their brother is in danger and they’re not bothered.
Moon goddess! They must be out of their minds.
I looked up and saw the customs guard still pointing a gun at Bryce’s forehead. Bryce was just staring at him; he wasn’t trying to defend himself.
What sort of madness is this? They’re all crazy.
But what should I do? It seems his brothers can’t help him; I should at least try. I can’t just watch him die, can I?
Looking around, I spotted an empty wine bottle on the ground.
Yes, the wine bottle. I can stop the attack with this.
After making up my mind, I picked up the wine bottle and rushed at the customs officer, but before I could strike him, the man dropped to the floor. Dead.
Huh, what just happened?
