GoodReadDorothy felt a chill of apprehension, so she didn't wander far. Instead, she chose a nearby bench to sit on.
The call connected, and the driver's voice sounded on the other end.
"Sorry to bother you so late.” "No problem. Where are you now?" Dorothy lowered her voice, not wanting to disturb the other hospital patients.
"I'm near Tranquil Road. | can't seem to hail a cab, and I'm trying to get back to my hotel.” Dorothy searched for the hotel on her map app, then carefully explained how to get there.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe man on the other end listened in silence until she asked, "Did you get all that?" "Mmm. I'm listening." "That's about it. If you still can't find your way, hit me up on WhatsApp or try to make it to the main street. There should be cabs there." "Alright." Dorothy glanced at the time on her wristwatch and murmured, “Since you're in Havenbrook City, should | deliver the receipt to you tomorrow?” "No need." The driver responded without hesitation. "I'l ask you if | need it." Dorothy was a bit puzzled.
Previously, she had deleted his contact, but he added her back just to get this receipt.
But now, when she repeatedly offered to give him the receipt, he seemed to be avoiding it. He didn’t show a pressing need for the receipt.
"Thank you." "No need." Without any further fuss, the call ended.
Dorothy’s mind was still in a whirl, so she didn't continue to dwell on it.
She got up from the bench, intending to head back to the ward, when suddenly, Dorothy heard something being kicked behind her.
It was very close.
What could it be at this time of night? Feeling a bit frightened, she quickened her pace.
But she had only taken a few steps when she bumped into a solid chest.
Startled, Dorothy looked up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was Emmett.
"Ms. Sanchez, what's wrong?" "Nothing." Seeing Emmett brought a sense of relief to her. "It's a bit spooky in the hospital at night. What about you? Did something happen? Is Natalia awake?" "No. She's sleeping soundly, and the doctor removed her IV. | noticed you hadn't come back, and | was worried something had happened.” Emmett stood next to Dorothy as his tall figure cast a large shadow over her.
"Just chatting with a friend." Dorothy smiled. "Since she's had her IV removed, can we go now?" Emmett nodded. "Sure! I'll come back to check on her in the morning. You can go on with your work, Ms. Sanchez." Dorothy agreed.
After all, she wasn't here on vacation. She couldn't keep putting her job on hold. If Lane became upset, it wouldn't be good for their careers.
As their figures receded into the distance, a man emerged from the corner of the corridor.
Everett squinted. The displeasure in his eyes was clear.
Why were there so many pesky men around Dorothy? He took out his phone and dialed Kevin's number.
“Find out what projects East Star Enterprises has in Havenbrook City.” “Yes, Mr. Lopez. Are you in Havenbrook City now?” “Yeah.” “Would you like me to arrange anything for you? The presidential suite at the Crimson Hotel is always available for you.” “No need.” Everett's lips moved slightly, and his deep voice echoed. “Just investigate what | asked. Investigate this man as well.” With a flick of his slender finger, he sent over a picture of Emmett he had snapped earlier.
“Alright, Mr. Lopez. I'll get right on it.”
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