Finally, after a few weeks, Anastasia was able to get capable and responsible shareholders that she knew she could trust, and herpany had been running smoothly for the past month.


    After the time they saw in the police station, Anastasia never saw Michelle again, and she couldn’t help but wonder where thetter was, or what she could be up to.


    However, Anastasia didn’t bother herself much with that as she buried her head in loads of paperwork.


    <i>At Aurora Heights College,</i>


    Allison was going about her day when she noticed her father staring at her from the gate. He’d beening to the college longer than necessary these days, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted from her to be following her about each time.


    "What’s he doing here again?" Natalie, who was standing beside Allison questioned, her eyes on Mr. Quinn. "This is the third time this week he’de here."


    "His presence alone creeps me out. Plus the way he’s staring at me as if I’m some treasure," Allison said with a long sigh.


    Natalie patted her on the back gently.


    "Do you mind if I stay at your ce again? I’m sure he’s going to go back home and wait for me there," Allison requested, her eyes still on her father who hadn’t moved from his spot.


    "Of course, I don’t mind. You can stay as long as you want," Natalie replied.


    For the past few weeks since Mr. Quinn has beening to the college to see Allison, whichpletely creeped her out, she’d decided to move in with Natalie for the meantime until he’d stopped. Especially after she met him at home one time, talking with some strange men. Unfortunately, she couldn’t hear them properly since she was a few meters away.


    Allison also had not seen Kace for the past few weeks, and he’d always text back saying he was busy with work, which only got her wondering what he does.


    After staring at her creepy father for a few more minutes, Allison and Natalie went about their way, attending their next ss together.


    Meanwhile, Olivia had been listening to their conversations quietly while she pretended to speak with a few ssmates, nced at Allison’s father, also wondering what he was doing at their university.


    When Mr. Quinn sighted her, he beckoned for her toe over, which creeped her out also.


    Just when she was about to leave, her curiosity piqued. She turned to face Allison’s father again.


    Sighing, she moved her legs to walk over to him.


    "What?" She questioned, her tone sharp and firm.


    "I need you to help me bring Allison outside," he requested.


    Olivia frowned deeply.


    "Why can’t you tell her that yourself? You saw her here a moment ago didn’t you?" Olivia questioned with a tone of curiosity this time around.


    Mr. Quinn released a sigh, wondering if Olivia would assist him with his ns.


    "We had a huge argument, you see? So, she has been avoiding me. I want to talk things out with her but she has been avoiding me as you can see," he exined.


    Olivia cocked her eyebrows in confusion. She’s been <i>best friends </i>with Allison since high school, so she was aware of the struggle Allison had to face in the past just to cater to her family, especially since she was a part of that struggle.


    Mr. Quinn continued when Olivia stayed silent, "Since the both of you are friends, it shouldn’t be difficult for you to get her toe and talk to me right? I just want to exin myself to her before things escte."


    Olivia’s eyes turned cold when she heard Mr. Quinn.


    "We’re not friends anymore," she corrected. "If you need help with talking to her, then I’m sorry, I can’t help you with anything. Allison and I don’t speak to each other anymore. You’re on your own." Then she left without giving him a chance to try to convince her further.


    Mr. Quinn gnashed his teeth together in anger as she red at Olivia’s retreating.


    However, he wasn’t willing to give up just yet. He needed to trade Allison for the money he owed, or else he would lose his life.


    A few hourster, the sky was already dark as the buildings got emptier and emptier.


    However, Allison had not stepped out yet.


    All of a sudden, Mr Quinn got a phone call from the same man whom he owed debt to.


    "Do you have the girl with you, Franco?!!" The person roared from the other side of the phone.


    Mr. Quinn wiped off the sweat on his forehead, nodding his head as if the collector was present to see his action.


    "She’s in her college, I’ve seen her. You can send your men over so that when shees out, you can take her away immediately," he responded.