Chapter 23: Traces of Disappearance

Of course I didn’t believe him.

I decided to find my phone first.

I got down on my knees and searched everywhere. I looked under the coffee table before I heard a loud bang. My phone suddenly appeared on the coffee table.

Andrew seemed to be waiting for me to be grateful towards him. “You’re welcome.”

“Thanks.” I picked up my phone and checked it. Luckily, it wasn’t broken. I checked the time and realized it was already 8.50am..

There was only ten minutes before work!

I hadn’t applied for leave, which meant I had to get to work on time if I still wanted to stay in this company.

Of course, it was under the premise that the President would allow me to continue working here.

“Are you really not going to hold me responsible?” I asked.

“Of course.”

“Then the werewolf—”

“I will do my best to find it. I will inform you once I have any news.”

“Okay.” I picked up the cup of tea and finished it in one gulp before putting it down. “I’m going to work.”

At that moment, I suddenly felt the tension of facing my superior. Yes, he’s my superior’s superior.

He looked at the time and said, “It’s indeed time to go to work.”

“I have to go.” I turned around and headed for the door. After just six steps, he suddenly called out to me. I looked back at him and he stood up, staring into my eyes as he slowly moved closer to me.

My nervousness became even more apparent. He was dressed in a suit, holding something in his hand. He looked at me so seriously, slowly walking towards me. It was exactly like the wedding scene that I had imagined countless times. It was a scene of Abraham walking through the sea of flowers with a bouquet in his hand, coming to take my hand and lead me into the wedding hall.

He stopped in front of me, with his eyes fixed on mine. “You’re a little nervous,” he said. “Like a panicky little swallow that jumps around on my hand after being caught.”

“Abraham!” I blurted out. Those were the exact words that Abraham said to me when I took an examination back then.

Surprise flashed in his eyes, and I quickly covered my mouth.

How was that possible? Even if he underwent plastic surgery, it was impossible for him to recover so well in such a short period of time. “Oh. I’m sorry. M-my memory is messed up. I seemed to have heard this saying before.”

“It’s a poem,” he said at once. He then quickly handed me my breakfast and turned to walk towards the window, pressing his hands against the glass. “You can leave now.”

His voice was suppressed and trembling.

He changed tremendously. This quickly. I couldn’t help but ask, “What happened to you?”

“I’m fine. You’re almost late.”

“Are you really alright?”

“I’m really fine. Go to work.” His back was facing me, and he seemed to be wrapped up in an invisible, heavy negative emotion.

But it was obvious that I shouldn’t ask any more questions. I grabbed my breakfast, walked through the office, and came out from the hole that hadn’t been fixed. After giving it some thought, I decided to take the stairs down to the 17th floor and then take the elevator, just in case I run into someone.

I opened the emergency exit and walked down the stairs, taking one step at a time. I felt sore all over with every step that I took. It no longer felt like a sharp pain in my lower body, but I still felt uncomfortable.

It took all my willpower to return to my desk. I sat down, feeling exhausted. I still couldn’t believe what had happened last night and this morning.

I couldn’t control myself, the werewolf’s face kept appearing in my head, over and over again.

It wasn’t until Bessy came in, then I was cut off when she flung a pile of papers at me. “Check it out,” she said before opening the door to leave.

I poured myself a glass of water and finished it in one gulp. It was only after letting out a long sigh of relief that I felt slightly better.

I went to the toilet and took out a small mirror. I took off my clothes and checked myself down there. The strange thing was that there I had no injuries on my lower body. The red marks on my body from last night had all disappeared.

I looked at my finger and was surprised to find that the bruise on it was gone!

Just like the werewolf that had disappeared into thin air, the traces he left on my body had also disappeared!

No, this was impossible. There had to be some reason that I didn’t know of. I hurried back to my desk and started looking for information about werewolves.

What surprised me even more was that the recent news about werewolves that Rachel had mentioned didn’t exist at all! The most recent news about werewolves online was actually from fifteen years ago.

I’d seen reports related to werewolves when I was a kid. How could it have been fifteen years ago? It could only mean that someone had deleted all reports about werewolves over the past fifteen years.

I didn’t know what that meant. The unease inside me continued growing.