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Finally, the call connected.

“Hello? Lorenzo, I’m on Missionary Road. Can you—”

A female voice cut in sharply, cold and venom-laced.

“Lorenzo’s busy. You should know people have lives. Stop calling him all the time.”

It was Esther.

Then the line went dead.

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Krystal froze mid-step, the words stabbing through her like ice.

She looked down at her phone. Call ended. Just like that.

Her blood ran cold.

Behind her, the car’s engine suddenly growled—no longer crawling. It accelerated.

She turned just in time to see it veer toward her, headlights glaring like eyes locked on a target.

A scream tore from her throat.

But the sound was swallowed by the roar of the engine as the vehicle surged forward—

She barely had time to scream.

***

Lorenzo returned to the table. Esther was still there, sitting like nothing had happened—legs crossed, fingers twirling the rim of her half-empty glass.

He ignored her completely and picked up his phone from the table where he’d left it earlier.

His thumb slid across the screen. He was hoping—almost desperately—for a notification. A missed call. A message. Anything.

But there was nothing.

No missed calls.

No new messages.

No outgoing calls either.

His heart dropped slightly in his chest.

He tapped into the call history—empty.

His brows drew together, a slow storm building behind his eyes.

“...What the hell?” he muttered under his breath.

He looked up. His gaze zeroed in on Esther like a knife unsheathing.

“You touched my phone?”

Esther blinked, feigning surprise. “What? No! Of course not.”