Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 32

Larissa contemplated for a very long time before finally summoning the courage to call Travis.

Yet, despite having made several calls in a row, Travis never answered.

At night, when Larissa returned home after work, she was stopped by someone at the entrance of Foxtail Garden.

The sky was getting dark, and the figure stood against the light. All Larissa could make out was a skinny figure, her arms outstretched.

It seemed to be a woman.

Before she could cause any accidents, Larissa slammed on the brakes.

Her car stopped about ten feet away from the figure.

Larissa was stunned for about two seconds before she felt her heart rate slow to a normal pace.

When she’d recovered from her shock and looked back to where the figure was standing earlier, there was only dust dancing under the dim, yellowish light. Where had the figure gone?

she heard the sound of someone trying to pull her car door open at the passenger’s side. And when whoever it was realized that they couldn’t pry open her door, they started

Open the fucking door!” The woman shouted from the outside, her

urgent and sharp. Her pitch was so high that

features. Instead, the hazy reflection on the glass showed a dark silhouette with

with something like this in the middle of the night, she couldn’t help but feel her scalp tingle as her

She wrapped her arms around herself and asked, her body

question and kept on shouting, “Open the door! Open the door! Just open the damn

not open the

even dare to roll down her car window as she tried to turn her

move again slowly. Taking into consideration the person who was just outside her car, she

closely, her palms repeatedly hitting Larissa’s car window two times harder than

the door! Open

woman’s shouts sounded like the devil’s chants in

tried to

reached the entrance, the guard did not raise the barricade as he usually did.

no choice but to

just enough for her to make eye contact with the

as he explained, “That woman beside your car is not a resident of Foxtail Garden. She tried to force her way in, and we called the police after we failed to reason with her. Don’t worry, the police are on their way. If you could just wait for a moment

a majority of Foxtail Garden’s residents hailed from upper–class or elite backgrounds and were high society figures, the security in that area was especially tight. Outsiders who wished to enter either had to use an access card or have a relative or friend who

access card and knew no one inside who