Like a devil, his mere presence instilled terror in others. Such was the description that fitted John Stovall.

“You!” He hung up after spitting out the word sinisterly.

Just when a myriad of emotions was rushing through me, a message soon arrived from him. It read: Lucksville Lane 221, four o’clock. Letty, be there or be square.

As I held onto my phone, looking at his message time and again, I forced myself to calm down. I tried to convince myself that it was impossible for a person to fall into the same trap over and over again.

Since I could not avoid John, I might as well brainstorm a way to make him stay away from me on his own accord.

Bzzzzzzttt! My phone vibrated suddenly, indicating an incoming call.

It was Ashton. The moment I picked up the call, a frosty voice filled with indifference came from the other end of the line, “Get ready. You’ll be accompanying me to a party later.”

Still feeling troubled because of the matter regarding John, I tried to come up with an excuse after a pause, “Is it necessary for me to attend? I’m feeling a little unwell today. I want to stay home and have a good rest.”

There was silence on the other end of the line before it was broken by his deep voice. “Is it very serious?”

Shaking my head, I assured him, “It’s not that serious, but I don’t want to go out.”

After a pause, I asked tentatively, “Is the party important?”

ahead and have a good rest then.” His

a message to Macy. After that, I spent some time preparing before getting in my car and drove directly to the address sent

was four o’clock

were coming and going on the streets. The address

out my phone from my pocket, I called John, yet I could not get through

she looked at me and asked, “Are you Ms.

Surprised, I nodded.

come in, Ms. Stovall. Don’t worry. Mr. Stovall has

her up to the VIP room on the second floor. After giving some orders to a few people, she brought me

being said, I had no idea what was John actually up to. It wasn’t before long before my phone was

the dressing table, the girl in green dress smiled at me and said, “Ms. Stovall, don’t be nervous. Since

whole process was done. Looking at my almost

for a black, sleek Bentley to wait for me outside the store. As I

reluctant to get into the car, I stared at the man with my arms crossed and questioned, “What’s

Ms. Stovall doesn’t trust me?” the chauffeur

nodded and replied

though as he tried to convince me with a smile on his face, “Ms. Stovall, don’t worry. Mr. Stovall just wants to

wasn’t going to let my

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