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Finally, I yanked it out. "What the hell?" I snapped. "Calm down, guy," a voice said, dripping with malice. I checked the caller ID—private number. "Who are you?" I shot back. "Sorry for the lack of introduction. I'm Scorpio, the Russian mafia leader," he said, his voice sounding robotic with a sinister laugh. "How the hell did you get my number?" I growled, my anger boiling over. "Is that your biggest worry right now? When your lovely woman is on the verge of death," he replied, still mocking me.

He scrolls to where the document is and opens it. All I see is the financial dashboard of SPECTRA TECH INC. “What am I looking at?” “Look at this—” Rings from my phone on my desk interrupts. “Why did you leave your phone in your desk? It has been ringing.” Scott passes me my phone. “Thank you.” 6 missed calls from an unknown number. Who the hell is this? The number calls again and I answer immediately. “Hello.” “Hello, please is this Miss Selena?” “Yes it is. How may I help you?”

"If she could contact the outside world, why didn't she reach out earlier? Why wait until now?" That was the strange part. People in danger clung to survival and called anyone who might help. Almost two months had passed since the apocalypse began. Scarlett hesitated. Confusion crossed her face. "I was so worried at the time, I didn't think to ask," she said softly. She took out her phone. "I'll call her now." Cyrus nodded and watched. Scarlett turned on the speaker and dialed. Three long beeps echoed from the phone. "Sorry. The number you dialed is unavailable. Please try again later."

I said with a small smile as I stood up from Easton’s laps. “Nicole,” Easton called, and I turned back to him. His expression was unreadable, but I had a feeling something was bothering him. “Is there a problem?” I asked with a raised brow. “I got a call from an unknown number about a week ago claiming to have information about you, but the call ended afterwards. I’m guessing it might be a scammer, but be careful on your way home.” Easton said, and my body stiffened.

We were dealing with someone who had no problem crossing boundaries. As we drove back toward the main part of town, Bianca’s phone rang. She picked it up, her hands shaking slightly. But when she saw the caller ID, her face went pale, and she quickly declined the call. “Who was it?” I asked, my pulse quickening. “An unknown number,” she whispered, her voice thick with fear. “Jenny… what if it’s them?”

Now I have no choice than to go see the f*ckin' doctor. "Is the hospital still far?" I asked the driver. "No sir! We're almost there" Just then, my phone buzzled. I looked at the unknown number which was calling me..Who could it be? I ended the call. But the jerk kept on calling. I angrily answered the call.. "Who the hell are you?" I yelled into the phone.. "I'm your down fall " A hoarse voice said.. "What?" "I have pierced your back tires, in no time your car is gonna summersault and boom! You'll be nothing but a dead man" The voice said and burst out laughing..

"You can try again tomorrow." "We don't have much time, Dash," Thiery snapped angrily. "If the caller is right, Sander might actually be dead by now." "Does anyone know who the mysterious caller is?" Dash asked. "Not yet. He used a disposable number, and with the few seconds he took to call me, it was hard to track him," Thiery said. "But you should get some sleep now, Alpha. You have a lot to do tomorrow and the next few days, so you need your rest too," Dash said urgently.

CHAPTER FIFTY NICKOLAS Scot comes into my room holding my phone in his hand, he points it at me and I can see it vibrating in his hand. I collect it from him and look at the number calling and it is an unknown number. I am hesitant to pick it this time as I look at Scot, the last time I had picked an unknown number someone had ended up dead and right now the mans face was playing in my head over and over again. Scot nods for me to pick it up but just as I am about to, the call comes to an end.

After a whole day of working, Harvey York was planning to sleep while he was having his tea. His phone violently vibrated. It was from an unknown number. Harvey frowned. He wanted to avoid picking up since scam calls were quite prominent in this day and age. That said, the phone kept vibrating for a long while. After mulling over the situation, Harvey decided to pick up. An odd chuckle resembling a strangled duck was heard. It was quite a stern yet asphyxiating sound.

"Debra is with me. If you don't want her to die, transfer two billion into my account within 24 hours." "What do you mean? Who are you?" Before he could get a reply, the caller hung up. Marion descended slowly. "Who was it?" "Probably some scammer," Randy replied dismissively. "They said they have Debra and want two billion in 24 hours. Crazy, right? Debra wouldn't get caught so easily." Alarmed, Marion rushed over to the phone and operated on it. Soon, it displayed the last incoming number. He tensed up and bolted out the door without hesitation.