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?

car door open at the passenger’s side. And when whoever it was realized that they couldn’t pry open her door,

Open the fucking door!” The woman shouted

and sharp. Her pitch was so high that her voice

could not properly discern the woman’s features. Instead, the hazy reflection on the glass

did not believe in ghosts or supernatural creatures, but when faced 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 question and kept on shouting, “Open the door! Open

not open the

to roll down her car window as she tried

car started to move again slowly. Taking into consideration the person who

palms repeatedly hitting Larissa’s

door! Open the

the devil’s chants in her ears. Larissa gritted her

to

had finally reached the entrance, the guard did

choice but to stop the car again.

rolled down the window at the driver’s side halfway, just enough for her to make eye

an apologetic look 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

backgrounds and were high society figures, the security in that area was especially tight. Outsiders who wished to enter either had to use an

knew no one inside who could