Zoey’s initial struggles and screams gradually shifted to involuntary moans. The group of homeless individuals erupted into coarse laughter. The scene was utterly disgusting.
Sophia drew another long puff from her cigarette and pulled out her phone to make a call. Her voice was slightly raspy as she said, “Boss, we’ve relocated. Should we proceed with Zoey?”
A voice, mechanically altered, responded from the other end, “Continue.”
It was just one word, yet it felt as cold as ice.
Her expression unreadable, Sophia quietly said, “Okay.”
Suddenly, another voice echoed through the phone, saying, “What are you doing…?”
Before Sophia could fully comprehend the interruption, the call was disconnected.
A chill smirk briefly crossed her eyes; he was fiercely protective of that girl.
Within the walls of a private manor located in a prestigious neighborhood, Alfy abruptly awoke from a dream. Sweat beads still clung to her forehead. In her nightmare, she had been relentlessly pursued, her pleas and cries for help utterly ignored. Right as the person was about to grab her in the dream, Alfy awoke. She noticed the white gauze curtains fluttering in the breeze from the window.
It was still the early morning hours.
Taking a deep breath to steady her quickened heartbeat, she rose from the bed and walked over to the side table, where she picked up a rose-patterned glass and took a sip of water. The act seemed to diminish her fear somewhat.
Feeling a bit more composed, Alfy decided to head downstairs to the kitchen to fetch some ice cubes, thinking some ice water might be soothing.
But as she reached the hallway, she noticed the light still on in her uncle’s room, the door slightly open.
With a slight frown, she murmured to herself in puzzlement, “Why is Uncle Bernie still up at this hour?” She gently pushed the door open and entered.
Inside, Bernie was making a phone call.
Curious, Alfy peeked into the room and asked, “What are you doing up so late, Uncle Bernie? You should be resting.”
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Bernie spun around abruptly and quickly ended the call. He glanced at Alfy and offered a gentle smile. “Why are you awake at this hour? Are you hungry?”
He set the phone down on the desk.
Alfy shook her head, her expression a bit troubled. “No, I had a nightmare. Someone was chasing me, and I couldn’t see who it was. It was terrifying!”
Bernie’s gaze softened with empathy as he reassured her, saying, “Don’t worry, it was only a dream.”
Just then, the phone on the desk rang once more. Alfy instinctively glanced toward it.
A fleeting emotion crossed Bernie’s eyes, but he maintained a gentle demeanor and smiled reassuringly. “Why don’t you grab a bite to eat first? Be good, okay? I still have some work to finish.”
Alfy nodded, feeling slightly let down, and replied, “Okay.” She turned and started walking toward the study’s door.
As she reached the doorway, however, she paused and looked back at Bernie, chuckling as she asked, “Uncle Bernie, can I ask you something?”
Bernie looked at Alfy with a hint of indulgence, reaching out to interrupt her. “You want to go see your mentor, right?”
Alfy spun around and rushed back to hug him around the waist, chuckling, “Yes! You always read my mind.”
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