When Denvar asked that question, Derek went silent. 'What should I say?' he thought. 'I became too desperate to convince him and completely forgot that he doesn't talk about this matter with anyone. What a blunder! Looks like along with my body, my brain's shrunk too.' He cursed inwardly. 'What do I do now? How can I get out of this? There's no way I can tell him I was sent back in time.'
Lost in his thoughts, Derek didn't say a word for several minutes.
Denvar narrowed his eyes at Derek's silence, then took another slow sip from his bottle. "What's wrong? Making up a story? If you lie, I'll know right away," he said flatly.
Derek finally looked up and exhaled a long sigh. "Mr. Denvar, I'm sorry," he said calmly. "But I can't tell you how I came to know about you. Aside from that, you can ask me anything."
