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“Why did we stop? John, was that Oliver on the phone?”
I looked outside, trying to get a view of where we were. It was definitely not the resort, but an uncertain place. There no sight residence or a single person. The sight instantly shuddered my skin.
John glanced over his shoulder. “Stay in the car, Miss Hart,” he said but sounded more like an order. “Mr. Katrakis ordered me to pull over.”
“Why would Oliver want us to stop? Betty is waiting for me at the resort.” I panicked.
“I don't know what's going on, miss. We just have to stay here.”
I clenched my bag tight, clasping its leather material to ease my nervousness. “But Betty. She texted me that she would be at the resort. Did they tell you what's going on?”
“I’m sorry, Miss Hart. They didn’t tell me the reason. Mr. Katrakis will be coming over.”
“I'm going to call Brandon.” I opened my purse then grabbed my phone and tried calling his number, but the automated operator said that there’s a problem with the network.
“John? Oliver contacted your phone, right?”
“Yes, ma'am,” he answered.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with my phone now, but can I borrow yours?”
He drew out his phone from his jacket and handed it to me. I thanked him and went to the recent calls and pressed Oliver's number, and it rang. Thank God!
But Oliver answered at the second ring. “John?”
“Ollie? This is Alayna. What's going on? Why did you want us to stop?”
“Alayna?” His tone sounded anxious. “Are you okay?”
“Of course, what’s wrong? Can I talk to Brandon?”
“Alayna we’re coming to get you. Stay in the car with John and don’t come out. Do you understand?”
“Ollie, tell me what is happening?” Put Brandon on the phone right now, please…” I nearly yelled. I didn't want this kind of suspense they're giving me.
“Betty's phone has been stolen. The one who texted you isn’t Betty.”
I caught my mouth instantly. Chills traveled down my spine, making every hair on my body stood. Who would steal Betty's phone? There was no other person in the house but us. Unless one of the workers took it and texted me? Why would they text me a prank? They didn't even know me. How could they know that I was meeting Betty at the resort?
Oh, my God!
What if it’s a trap? What if someone was trying to harm Brandon again?
The culprit might be in our circle. Was it John? No. John has been working with Oliver for a long time. He even let me borrow his phone to call them.
How about Betty? We didn't know much about her, but Oliver. However, she wouldn’t do anything obvious, so it’s impossible. She wouldn’t use her own cellular to prank us.
Perhaps one of the workers in the villa?
“Hello, Alayna? Are you okay?” Oliver was still on the phone.
“Yes. Where are you?”
I jolted in fear when someone suddenly knocked on the window. But it was Brandon standing outside the car.
“They’re here, John,” I informed and immediately got off the car.
“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I shouldn’t have let you go alone—0
I jumped on him, not letting him finish the sentence. He caught me with his arms, holding me so tight against him. I began to cry.
“I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Shh,” he hushed. “It's okay. I'm here.” His palms rubbed the small of my back. “It's alright.”
“Brandon,” Oliver called from their car. “We have no time. Let's get out of here.”
“We're going alone. I’m taking Alayna with me, and we are going a different path,” he announced.
“What did you say?” His cousin he marched towards us, and he was with Betty. She was wearing the same anxious expression as her fiancée. “It’s still dangerous.”
“Just do what I say, Ollie.” His tone commanding but remained low. “It is not safe for all of us to come together. Alayna and I are going alone and meet Cassius later. You, Betty, and John should go back to the villa.”
“I’m sorry, Alayna. I didn’t know how they got my phone,” Betty apologized and clung to Oliver’s side.