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?"

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

the

from the old lady, then

go dark, I'm calling Mr. Lopez straight away!" "Fine, I won't turn

hung up, she heard footsteps

the old lady had fetched someone

standing beside the old

retreated

place?" Lane's gaze was heavy, fixed

her wildest dreams, Dorothy hadn't imagined... that the old lady was

Dorothy, the old lady chided, "You know each other? This girl, sneaking around, trying to get into your suite! The moment heard, I rushed

dear, did you really think your lies would go unnoticed? Let me tell you, everyone in this neighborhood is under Mr. Lane's protection. The money you offered? We

in a deep tone, "Dorothy, you wanted to

hand towards her, but she stepped

move, Lane snatched the phone from her hand

came here on your own today; don't even think

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