“Danger.”
Raymond turned quickly. His eyes searched the room. No one was there.
The voice came again, lower but urgent.
“My son, take your bag and leave now. Go far away. Your friend is not happy. He is dangerous. He has evil plans for you. Run. Don’t ever come back to this house.”
Raymond’s whole body went cold. His mouth opened, but no words came out. His heart started racing. He looked around again, confused, frightened, sweating.
“Who… who is that?” he whispered.
But the voice did not answer his question. It only pushed him again.
“Go now. Run.”
Raymond did not waste time. Fear entered him like fire. He grabbed his bag immediately, rushed out of the room, and ran out of the house as fast as his legs could carry him. He did not look back. He did not stop. He just ran.
Seconds after Raymond disappeared, his friend returned.
He entered the house with cheerful steps, holding what he called a special red wine. But as soon as he stepped inside, he stopped.
“Raymond!” he called.
No answer.
He dropped the wine on the table and walked around. “Raymond, where are you?”
Still nothing.
He pulled out his phone and called Raymond’s number. The call did not go through. He tried again. Still nothing.
Then he hissed, and his face changed like a man whose mask had fallen.
“So the ungrateful idiot ran away,” he muttered. “How dare you? You should have waited.”
He clenched his teeth.
“So you want to eat the money alone? We shall see.”
He marched outside and went straight to the gate.
“Hey!” he shouted at the gateman. “Where is Raymond?”
The gateman looked confused. “Sir, he just left now.”
Raymond’s friend’s eyes burned. “Left to where?”
The gateman replied, “He said he was going to wash his clothes at the laundry machine.”
The friend stepped closer, angry and dangerous. “And you believed him?”
The man swallowed. “Sir, he is your guest. I thought—”
“Shut up!” Raymond’s friend shouted. “You are a fool. That man just stole my money. Huge money. And you let him go like that?”
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