021It was the seventh time Miguel had called Isabella, but there was still no response. His thumb hovered over the phone, trembling slightly. This was unusual. He remembered that the last time she didn’t pick his calls, she had been kidnapped by Andrea. That thought alone made his chest tightened, as a cold knot formed in his stomach. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he tried to steady his breathing.He pressed a button on his phone, and suddenly the door to the room burst open. Ethan rushed in, he was breathing heavily, sweat streaking down his face, and his hair sticked to the side of his face.He looked like someone who had run a hundred-meter race.“What’s up? You sounded so urgent,” Ethan said, his voice rough from running, his eyes scanned Miguel’s face, who didn't even spare him a glance.Ethan was Miguel’s childhood close friend. They had gone to the same college, shared the same dorms, and had even studied late into the night together, fighting over who got the last slice of
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