Love in the Limelight (Astrid and Elio)

Chapter 131

“But, I didn’t get a good look at the people in the car. A young man handed the kid over to me, he was

wearing a hat… and a mask. Couldn’t make out his face.”

“I tried to sneak a peek inside the car, and got a boot for my trouble. He threatened me, said he would

gouge out my eyes…I can’t take it anymore, please, could you spare me some…” The man was a

wreck, veins popping out on his face, drenched in sweat.

Elio remained cool as ice, “Keep talking.”

“But I remember, in the backseat, there was a young man. And I saw his hands…I’m positive they were

a young man’s hands…He was male, I saw his Adam’s apple. Oh yeah, it was a black Rolls Royce, but

I don’t know the specific model…Please!!!! Ahhhhh!!!” The man was in agonizing pain, tormented by

withdrawal, “Please, sir, I’ve told you everything I know, everything!!!”

He banged his head against the back of the chair, struggling, knocking the chair to the ground, “Sir,

that’s all… I don’t know anything else!”

Elio: “Location. Where did the exchange take place?”

“West side of town, out of the city, but…I can’t remember the exact location, but… but it was snowing Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

that day…You could see… see a pharmaceutical factory from there…”

The man’s consciousness was starting to fade.

He was mumbling incoherently, his words making no sense.

“Take him away.” Elio tossed something on the table, signaling his men to take the man away.

Drug addicts don’t lie when they’re in withdrawal and see drugs, but what he held in his hand was

actually a bag of flour.

There was a young man in the car?

Elio lightly tapped his fingers on the table, sending a message to Carson: “Check if there’s a

pharmaceutical factory in the western suburbs, and ask around if anyone saw a black Rolls Royce

there three and a half years ago.”

Carson: “Yes, my

lord.”

Looking at the dark night, he felt a bit irked.

Who was the one who handed over the child?

Why did they do that?

He was starting to see a pattern, he believed he was close to the truth.

Meanwhile, in a hotel room somewhere else.

-Astrid was–examining Colton.

Jon was sprawled out on the couch, gaming and grumbling, “Do you even know how to play this game?

Can’t you cover me? As soon as someone comes for me, you scram. Can’t you give a hand? What, got

your feet stuck in mid lane? Losers!”

He lost another game, sat up straight and saw Astrid and Colton just sitting there, silent as the grave.

He couldn’t help but shout, “Star, I asked you to treat him, not to have a staring contest, right?”

Astrid took off her gloves, and murmured, “I just drew some blood, and checked the concentration of

toxins in his system. It’s not high, so he should be in and out of consciousness.”

“So you’re saying he can still be cured?” Jon asked, his brows knotted in concern.

“Yeah.” Astrid nodded, “He probably knew from an early age that Farrah Fortner was out for his blood,

so he played dumb to protect himself. He didn’t take all the ‘medicine‘, so he’s not completely out of his

mind.”

“Seriously?” Jon asked, shocked, “Farrah’s a real piece of work, why would she do that to Colton?”

“Why?” Astrid rolled her eyes at him, “You should be asking Colton that, how should I know?”

Jon blinked, “Oh yeah, Star, you gotta help him.”

“Help him? Give me one good reason.” Astrid crossed her arms and looked him up and down, “You

haven’t told me where you two have been gallivanting these past few days!”

“Star, he’s had enough on his plate, you can’t just leave him hanging, can you? If you don’t help him,

Farrah might just off him the moment he gets back.” Jon said urgently.

Seeing this, Colton immediately pleaded, “Babe, please help me! If you do, I’ll let you win every card

game from now on!”

Astrid: “…”

Remembering how Colton instinctively blocked the hot water for her on the plane, Astrid sighed. This

guy might act childish sometimes, but he genuinely considered her a friend.

Astrid: “Alright, I’ll help him, but he can’t keep crashing at the hotel. Jon, take him to your place, I’ll

handle the rest and let you guys know.”

*Stay at my place? You mean I have to babysit him?” Before Jon could finish his sentence, Astrid shot

him a glare.

Seeing her pissed off, Jon immediately shut up.

After dropping Astrid off at her apartment, Jon left. By then, Astrid was starving.

As soon as she got off the elevator, she saw Roman squatting by her door.

Seeing Astrid, Roman bolted towards her, calling out, “Astrid!”

Astrid grinned and picked him up, “Roman, why are you here? Where’s your dad?”

Roman pointed at the door, “Inside.”

“Inside?” Astrid blinked, “How does your dad have my keys?”

“No keys, just a password!” Roman answered obediently.

Astrid twitched, her door could be unlocked with a password or a key, but when did this guy memorize

her password?

Walking in with Roman in her arms, Astrid began to berate him, “Elio, why did you sneakily memorize

my door code? Do you plan to sneak into my room while I’m asleep and pull something?”

Elio’s voice rang from the kitchen, “Didn’t you give me the password when I brought Roman over and

you weren’t home?”

Astrid: “…”

That was true.

“Do something to you? You’re always the one plotting against me.” Elio carried two plates of food from

the kitchen, he wasn’t wearing his suit today, making him look more like a casual, homely man.

Astrid looked at the dishes on the table, remembering how the kitchen was messed up last time,

she.frowned, “Are you sure this is edible?”

“Absolutely.” Elio pulled out a chair from the dining table, “Last time was an accident, that wasn’t my

true skill.”

Astrid twitched her lips, indicating her disbelief.

Roman said provocatively, “Auntie, Elio is lying, he learned cooking just to please you!”

“Roman, shut up.” Elio was embarrassed to be called out by his son and looked quite uncomfortable.

Seeing Elio’s reaction, Roman immediately pretended to cry, “Astrid, Elio is bullying me, I’m scared.”

Elio and Astrid were both speechless.