_Bladen’s POV_
It had been twelve hours since I sent the text to Lynnette, having heard from my sources about her little money situation, but the chat thread still remained as it was since when I pressed send. The message was delivered alright, so Lynnette had either not seen it, or had seen it but chose not to respond.
I didn’t know if I was to be impressed or disappointed by this development. I kept staring at the text, expecting her reply to pop up, and just out of nowhere, the phone buzzed on my hand with a call.
If it was the number I was expecting—Lynnette’s—, I wouldn’t have huffed irritatedly, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was a more familiar number.
The realization made my eyes hover across the top of my phone to see that time was far spent to be receiving calls, but I still sighed, then picked it up.
“Why are you calling me at this hour?” My voice was rough with irritation and straight to the point. “It’s two in the morning.”
“Apologies, sir,” came the familiar voice of Hama, o
