Jeremy drove to Aaron's home, or more accurately, the home of Aaron, Xante, and Corinne. After getting out of the elevator, he persistently rang the doorbell. When nobody came to the door, he started to pound on the door angrily.
It was a good thing there was only one unit of apartment on each floor, or someone would have complained about the noise. After a while, the door finally opened under Jeremy's persistent pounding.
Aaron, dressed in his pajamas, scratched his head sleepily. "Mister Jeremy, what are you doing here so late?"
Jeremy was seething with anger. "Where's Corinne? Ask her to come out this instant!"
Aaron shrugged and spread his hand nonchalantly. "Mister Jeremy, your men had already checked my car and found nothing. I don't get why you're asking me where Corinne is. I should be the one asking you where she is."
Jeremy ignored what he said, pushed him to the side, and strode impatiently into the living room.
"Corinne Carew, get your *ss out here this instant!"
Aaron followed him in with a frown. "Mister Jeremy, do you know what you're doing is called 'trespassing'? I can call the cops on you," he said unhappily.
Jeremy ignored him again. He strode over to the room where he saw Corinne packing her bags last time and knocked on the door. Not getting a response, he opened the door and walked in.
However, there was no one inside except for a fat white cat curled up lazily on the bed. It immediately hissed and raised its hackles when it saw a stranger barging in.
Jeremy frowned. "What are you talking about? What did I do to hurt her?"
Aaron scoffed. "How should I know? I'm just telling you that Corinne will never disappear for no good reason."
Jeremy's eyes darkened. "Do you or do you not know where she is?"
Aaron put his hand up and said, "I swear I don't know. I wanted to ask her too, but she must've turned off her phone. None of my calls went through."
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