Andrew Gone Missing!!

Andrew had no intention of getting up from his bench seat at the police station.

Upon seeing him in this stance, the chief police officer's mouth twitched; he appeared to be sitting in a park rather than a police station.

He was aware of his identity and expected Andrew to start throwing tantrums and making unreasonable demands as soon as he arrived. But who would have guessed he'd be sitting there silently without saying anything?

"Mr. Anderson, please provide us with a statement regarding the accident." The chief police officer attempted to extract some words from his mouth.

"Officer, I was mistaken in not paying attention to the road. I should be held accountable for my actions. You can put me in jail." Andrew said this with a positive attitude.

The Chief Officer's brow furrowed. He acted as if he were in a restaurant, ordering food.

"He is an actor, Sir. I believe he must be going to play a role in which he was imprisoned. So he wants to experience it." In hushed tones, one of the subordinates said.

After hearing the reason for Andrew's request to be locked up, the chief officer's face darkened. ' He wants to know what it's like to be locked up. Let him sit and enjoy his time here.' Andrew was snubbed by the chief officer.

The officer's dismissive look perplexed Andrew. 'Did he commit a major crime?' He thought to himself.

There were some female officers who were Andrew's fans, and they looked at him as if he were the most pitiful person in the world.

"Mr. Andrew, please contact your manager to take you out from here." one of the female officers said.

"My manager must be busy with some work," Andrew said with a polite smile. "I'll contact him once he's finished with his work."

When others heard him, they thought Andrew was very considerate to his manager, and their admiration for him grew to new heights.

But they had no idea there was another reason for his presumably considerate behavior. If they found out the reason behind his stay at the police station, their hearts would shatter into thousands of pieces.

Grayson, on the other hand, was attempting to contact Andrew, but no one was answering the phone. He felt like his head was throbbing. Andrew had become increasingly unprofessional in recent days, ignoring his calls. Yes, Grayson considers ignoring the manager's call to be unprofessional. But he was completely unaware that Andrew had created the image of being "considerate" to him.

If Grayson knew such a delusory thing, he might have a heart attack from rage.

Grayson was more concerned about the news that Andrew was unprofessional that had spread on the internet. When he saw people scolding him for not taking his job seriously, Grayson felt compelled to join them and add two more words about how unprofessional he was. He saw nothing wrong with standing beside the truth.

"Hello." On the other end of the line, a female voice could be heard.

Grayson made the decision to call Angelina. There was a strong possibility that she knew where Andrew had gone.

"Sorry to bother you, Miss Hunt, but do you know where the HELL ANDREW is?" Grayson tried to control his rage, but Andrew's name sparked it.

Angelina raised an eyebrow when she heard him inquire about Andrew. She began to suspect that he had lost his mind to call her and ask such a silly question. Did he think that she had placed a tracker on Andrew?

"Oh, you're looking for Andrew, hold on a second I apologize for not being able to locate him in my drawer or purse. Oh my God, where did he go?"

Grayson's lips twitched as he heard her reply. He was losing his hair because of that jerk, and here Angelina was mocking him. He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Angelina, I'm not in the mood for a joke."

"So you think I'm so free to keep the track of your artist wherever he goes? I run a business and am not interested in keeping an on your artist." Angelina scoffed.

Grayson pinched the crease between his brows. 'Angelina also appeared to be unaware of his whereabouts.'

"If he contacts you, please inform me that he is about to lose this capable manager." He then hung up the phone.

Angelina looked at her phone screen for some time, wondering if Andrew was in any trouble. After a brief moment of pondering over the matter, she dismisses these thoughts and returns to her work. 'He's an adult, and he can easily solve his problem.'

***

Andrew was sitting quietly in the police station. No one would notice a person sitting there if it weren't for his superstar aura.

"Sir, I had ceased his phone when we brought him here, and it had been ringing for quite some time." One of the officers informed the chief officer.

"If you have his phone, you should have told me earlier," the chief officer slapped the back of his head. " Pick up the phone and tell them to take this actor out of here. He is creating trouble here by doing nothing."

The chief officer snatched the phone from his subordinate's grasp and picked up the phone, which had been ringing for some time.

"What the hell happened? Finally, you have the time to return my call. Do you even realize what a mess you've made? I called to let you know that I am resigning as your manager. You are the biggest BA ***RD" Grayson hung up the phone after venting his rage.

The chief officer was taken aback when he heard swearing on the other end of the phone. He knew that person was scolding Andrew, but he felt he was the one who was being scolded for no reason.

He exhaled deeply and dialed the number again. "What, you're begging me to be your manager now?" Continue to fantasize. I will not return until you apologize. You know..."

"Mr., I'm speaking to you from the police station." Before Grayson completed his sentence he was interrupted by the other end of the call.

For a brief moment, he was stunned. Who would have guessed that the person he had been looking for all over the place was in jail? **Cough, that's what he believes. Everyone seems to have a vivid imagination. **

"May I speak with him, Sir?" Grayson inquired in a very polite tone, as opposed to his previous one.

"Your manager is on the line. Ask him to pick you up from here." The phone was handed to Andrew by the chief officer. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they could finally get rid of him.

"You don't need to worry about me. Take a day off and I'm doing well, you don't need to look for me." Andrew then hung up the phone after giving the crucial information and handed it over to the officer.