I had worked hard to get in the car, yet it happened so easily. But finding the address I needed was still going to take some effort.


    “Tristan, could you pull over? I’m feeling a bit nauseous,” I said, feigning illness as we passed a pharmacy.


    “Of course,” Tristan replied, ncing at me in the rearview mirror before quickly pulling over.


    Once the car stopped, Tristan turned to look at me, his face full of concern. “Zoe, what’s wrong? Should I take you to the hospital?”


    “It’s probably from drinking Peter’s coffee earlier. I think it’s upset my stomach,” I said, pulling Peter into the conversation to make Tristan take me more seriously.


    I pressed my hand to my stomach and continued, “Tristan, could you grab me some stomach medicine? Just one pill should be fine.”


    Tristan nodded quickly but still looked uneasy. “Should we go to the hospital, though?”


    I thought, ‘I didn’t respond, but Tristan understood what I meant. Over the years in the Dolton family, he knew my position well. Even though I wasn’t with Alvin, he wouldn’t dare take me lightly.’


    Tristan quickly exited the car, and I seized the moment to dy things further. “Tristan, could you grab me a bottle of water as well?”


    “You shouldn’t drink anything cold. There’s warm water in the car; I’ll pour it for you when I get back,” Tristan said, looking back at me as he hurried off.


    I watched him hurry into the pharmacy, then quietly sat up and reached for the car’s navigation system. My heart was pounding–probably close to 180 beats per minute.


    I kept ncing out the window, anxious he might return sooner than I expected. Luckily, the pharmacy was on the other side of a barrier, so I knew he’d be there for a while.


    I quickly scrolled through the navigation history but couldn’t find what I was looking for. I had already gone back to a route from a month ago. Was I doing something wrong?


    Determined, I kept searching, but Tristan was already returning the medicine when I was still empty–handed.


    My heart raced again as I nced out the window at Tristan’s movements, flipping through the navigation history every few moments.


    Then, suddenly, a private route appeared on the screen.


    I thought, ‘A normal driving route wouldn’t be set to private unless they didn’t want anyone to know. I had a vague feeling this was the rehab center I was looking for. But since it was set to private, I’d have to input a password to see it, and I didn’t know the password. This was Tristan’s car, did he set the password?‘


    I thought for a few seconds, and I figured it was most likely Peter who set it, since he owned the car. Wherever they went, it was his decision; Tristan was just the one driving, following the route. With that in mind, I was about to enter the password, but I didn’t want to do it unthinkingly. There were only three attempts, and if I got it wrong, the system would lock, raising Peter’s suspicions. What password could Peter use?‘


    I thought, ‘While I was still thinking, I kept ncing at Tristan. He had crossed the barrier and was heading back. He’d be back in less than two minutes, but I still hadn’t figured out the password. I was sweating with panic. If I missed this chance, it would be much harder to find the information again. I decided to take a risk. Peter loved Michelle, so I immediately thought of her birthday.


    But after entering it, it showed the password was incorrect.


    I gasped, and Tristan was already less than 300 feet away.


    I thought, ‘I closed my eyes and tried to think harder. I still believed the password Peter set must be rted to Michelle, so I decided to try their wedding anniversary. Once again, wrong. The panic in me reached a boiling point, I had only one attempt left–if I got it wrong, the address would be locked, and I’d lose my chance forever.‘


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