Dorothy stepped into the old lady's cozy little house, the kitchen greeting her right from the entrance, with the bathroom tucked neatly beside it.

The living room, though small, was impeccably tidy.

She hardly had a moment to take it all in when her phone buzzed to life in her pocket.

It was Kevin calling.

Probably wondering where she'd vanished to, growing impatient by the minute.

"Kevin, listen... I suddenly craved something else, so I went out to grab a bite. I'll be back soon, just hang on a bit longer for me!"

"Why don't you come back first? I can drive us out, and we can pick up whatever you're craving together!" Kevin seemed to sense something was off, not quite buying her story.

"I'm already halfway there. By the time I come back, I could've already grabbed it and returned!"

"...Dorothy, you didn't run off, did you?"

would I run off? I genuinely wanted to pick something up. I'll

shelved the idea of barging

from the old lady, then head back to discuss things

you go dark, I'm calling Mr. Lopez

Dorothy hung up,

lady had fetched

beside the old lady, was none other

Dorothy retreated a

how did you find this place?" Lane's gaze was heavy, fixed

wildest dreams, Dorothy hadn't imagined... that the old lady was one of Lane's

"You know each other? This girl, sneaking around, trying to get into

go unnoticed? Let me tell you, everyone in this neighborhood is under Mr. Lane's protection. The

in a deep tone, "Dorothy, you wanted

his hand towards her, but she stepped

snatched the phone from her hand and smashed

here on

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