GoodReadChapter 352
In the villa, Zach had just finished showering and strolled over to the window with the intention of drawing the
curtains closed. However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a black sedan parked not far from
the front door, with its engine off and silent in the night.
He eyed the vehicle with a hint of suspicion before shrugging it off and pulling the curtains shut.
Feeling a bit parched, he left his room and headed downstairs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
Shawn was still lounging in the living room, engrossed in the late-night show flickering on the TV. Zach sauntered
over and flopped down on the couch beside him, asking, “Why aren't you watching TV in your room? It's getting
late.”
Shawn glanced at Zach, with a hint of concern shadowing his features. “Your sister hasn't chyet.”
Zach's brow furrowed in surprise. “What? Mira’s not back yet?” As far as he was concerned, his sister was a
veritable bookworm. Post-dinner, she’d typically vanish into her room to hit the books. Trying to talk her into a
shopping spree was like trying to move a mountain.
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She was always hbefore ten - reliably, predictably. A genuine goody two-shoes.
“Yeah, | tried calling her, but no answer. No clue what she’s up to,” Shawn sighed. A father’s worry etched
deeper lines into his face. She'd left a note saying she might be late, but silence had followed.
Zach patted his pockets, remembering his phone was upstairs. “I'll go up and grab my phone.”
He thundered back upstairs and quickly dialed Mirabella’s number, only to be greeted by the endless ring of an
unanswered call. Frowning, he pulled back the curtains, stepped out onto the balcony, and once again, his gaze
landed on the black sedan parked outside.
Who the heck parked in front of their house?
He glanced at the car a few more times, decided not to concern himself with it, and leaned against the balcony
railing while shooting a few messages to Mirabella on Messenger.
Five minutes later, still no reply.
Clutching his phone, Zach contemplated setting a new house rule with his parents, a curfew that didn’t allow
anyone to chpast eight, especially his sister.
As he turned back, his eyes casually swept over the driveway. That was when he saw the car's headlights flick
on. He didn’t want to pry, but then the car door opened, and a familiar figure stepped out, accompanied by a
man whose face was hidden in the shadows. Zach's eyes went wide.
Holy crap, that was Mirabella!
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Gripping his phone, Zach dashed inside. He pounded down the stairs. His face was pale and
tense.
Shawn watched his son make a second frantic trip up and down the stairs. And his expression was strangely
alarming. “Zach, what's up? Where are you off to in such a hurry?”
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Zach, fuming, didn’t even pause. “I'll be right back.”
Shawn was left staring after him. This didn’t look like a boy stepping out for a moment; this looked like someone
ready to start a rumble.
What on earth was riling him up this late at night? Shawn shook his head and decided to let it
90. 90.
Zach flung open the front door and bolted out, reaching the entrance just as Mirabella swiped her card, and the
door swung open.
She nearly collided with Zach, taking a moment to register the scene before her. As it dawned on her, she
noticed his face, red with anger, and he was still wearing the pristine slippers from indoors. She asked with a
frown, “Zach, what's wrong? Are you going out?”
Zach glared at his sister with tight lips, then quickly turned to look behind her. “Where's the car? And that weird
guy?”
Mirabella was taken aback. Her face was a mask of confusion.
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