Chapter 229: Getting Answers V
"How did you two find me? I picked that area because of its remoteness, and yet..." Zack threw up his hands in frustration, looking at Ewan and Sandro who were seated before him in a plush restaurant, a far cry from the inn he had barely tolerated.
"We always do have our ways, you know that, Zack. You should also know by now that nothing can stop me from getting whatever I want." Ewan replied, sipping the cup of coffee before him.
Even though it was past midday, he needed it to calm down, to recharge. He hadn’t had a coffee since today, an anomaly, totally Sandro’s fault. They had both overslept.
After bumping into Zack outside, the latter had immediately dismissed the therapist whom Ewan believed had secured the interest of Zack, considering the latter had been blushing beet red in the face while telling the comely lady away.
Thereafter, he had instructed Zack to open the car, so they could get in and get away.
If Zack had hesitated then, he would have been subjected to Ewan’s hard punch.
Fortunately, he had been sensitive enough to note the tiredness in the features of the men, and so had obliged quickly, seeing they were the centre of attention.
Under the orders of Ewan—’don’t take me back to that local inn. To the city!’—he had driven here, pleased to do so. It’s been a while since he inhaled fresh air.
If Zack would be truthful to himself, he missed his home, yet he couldn’t go back. He has failed himself, has failed his father, has failed his past generations. Someone else could take the mantle of leadership from him. The town should sort out themselves.
"Is that why you are here?" He finally spoke, knowing the patience of the two men were still hanging on a thin thread.
"Huh..." Sandro started, not understanding what Zack was talking about. Ewan looked the same.