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Chapter Thirty-One

Penulis: Racheal Novella
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The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across Olivia’s room, but she hardly noticed. Her grip tightened around her phone as she dialed the investigator’s number again.

Ring.

No answer.

Her nails tapped impatiently against the nightstand. She had called at least five times already, and still—nothing.

Ring.

No answer.

A deep scowl settled on her face as she inhaled sharply, frustration bubbling in her chest. How dare he ignore her? She paid him well, expected results, and now he was nowhere to be found?

Ring.

Still nothing.

With a sharp growl, she threw her phone onto the bed, pacing furiously. This wasn’t like him. He had always been efficient, reliable. But ever since that strange phone call, ever since she heard the fear in his voice, something had shifted.

She raked a hand through her hair, trying to suppress the anger rising in her throat.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered, snatching up her phone once more.

One last time.

She dialed again, her jaw clenched, her foot ta
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