“Yes, but it didn‘t end up good too.” I shrugged.
Anthony Smith laughed and nodded, “Expected.”
“I can help you though.” He said after a few seconds of pause.
“I am happy that we agree on the same thing, Mr. Smith.”
“Just call me Anthony. That‘s how my wife used to call me.”
“I am not that close to you.”
He smiled at me and I was frustrated.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Have I ever told you that you look like my wife?” I was speechless.
“And?” “I wanted to help you. I want to
help you escape from Lance Mason.”
Anthony Smith said he wanted to help me.
I would believe it if I was a three years old child.
“I don‘t believe you. Why would you help me? Is it because I look like your wife?”
He heard what I said and pulled out a file from his bag.
He handed me the file and said, “Inside is my wife‘s photo. You can have a look.”
Topened the file and when I saw the photo, my eyes widened in shock.
The woman in the photo looks just like me.
“Is this your wife?” I asked. I even thought that Anthony Smith was fooling me with some photoshoot pictures.
“Why would I believe you?”
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