(Christoper's POV)
'It seems like they started suspecting you after Miss Sabrina's last problem. They found out about your identity, so they sent someone to follow you.'
The words Heather said last night kept ringing in my mind. Making me feel uneasy and upset by the anger I felt. How dare they send someone to follow me? Looks like they're tired of living.
I turned my gaze to one of the customers sitting at the corner of the bar, sipping his drink while occasionally glancing at me. That bastard has followed me since I left home and continues to shadow my every move. These two days he's been following me and I'm feeling so irritated.
I decided to walk out of the bar, giving a quick signal to the bartender who temporarily replaced me. I knew that guy would follow me. Without rushing, I w
