Alex excused himself and rushed off to Assex Villa by car. He couldn’t help but mumble complaints in his mind on the way there.

‘Who knew Claire was stone gambling at the Antique Street too? Did she see me? If she knew that I got myself rare glassy emeralds from all three ores I bought, she would surely force me to hand them over like she always does!’

Unfortunately, Alex ran into California’s rush hour—every road was as jammed up as they could be.

Alex took forty-five minutes to reach Assex