Tilting her head slightly, Abigail finally revealed the information she had been holding back. Her voice lowered as she spoke, adding an element of secrecy to her words."I' have got someone following Peterson Rogers," Abigail began. "Since he got out two days ago, he seems to be hiding. I've learned that he has some little debtors hunting for him. He has been exhibiting strange movements lately." Karla listened attentively, absorbing the details. Her expression remained focused, her mind already piecing together the puzzle. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in concentration."Do you perhaps know who got bailed out from the police station and suppressed the charges on him?" Karla asked, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration. Abigail drummed her fingers on the desk in a calculating manner, her face reflecting the weight of her answer. With a reluctant sigh, she replied, "No, unfortunately. I haven't been able to uncover that information." Karla let out a sigh of her
Karla's eyes narrowed as she processed the information, her mind working quickly to decipher the location of "Night 101." In an instant, Abigail provided the missing context. "It is a bar, Karla," she clarified, her voice carrying a hint of impatience. Karla's initial confusion gave way to a feigned understanding. "Oh, I... I knew," she responded, her voice attempting to mask her momentary lapse. Abigail let out a dismissive scoff, clearly unimpressed by Karla's attempt at deception. "Pff and it's actually..." she began to say, seemingly ready to provide further details. But Karla, eager to take charge and begin executing her plan, swiftly cut Abigail off. "That information is enough for now. Bye," she stated abruptly, ending the call without giving Abigail a chance to say more. A smile tugged at the corners of Karla's lips as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel, a surge of anticipation coursing through her veins. "A perfect location to carry out my plan," she mutt
The exchange with the lady hinted at the presence of a confident and playful character, introducing an additional layer of intrigue to the unfolding events. Sarah, unimpressed by the lady's response, rolled her eyes and continued on her way, leaving the encounter behind. The lady, on the other hand, couldn't help but smirk at Sarah's reaction, finding amusement in the situation. With a confident stride, she continued walking forward, seemingly unfazed by the brief exchange. Meanwhile, as Peterson glanced back, his attention was caught by the presence of the exotic lady. She exuded an air of allure, dressed in a glittering short gown that accentuated her figure. His eyes filled with a mix of desire and admiration as he took in her beautiful features. The sight of her walking gracefully and slowly, surveying her surroundings, captivated his attention. He found himself particularly drawn to her bare legs, appreciating their elegance. To Peterson's surprise, as the lady's gaze met
Karla requested. "Keep driving until I say stop, please!" Her voice filled with a mix of urgency and exhaustion. She glanced at the side mirror, trying to catch her breath, her heart still racing from the adrenaline-fueled escape. Duncan cast her a surprised look, his eyes darting between the road and Karla. With focused determination, he continued navigating through the busy traffic, skillfully maneuvering the car to keep them moving forward. Unable to keep quiet any longer, Duncan couldn't help but ask, his voice tinged with concern and confusion, "What are you doing, Karla?" Karla took a moment to gather herself before responding, her voice slightly shaky. "I'm trying to catch my breath," she simply said, her words conveying both physical and emotional exhaustion. Duncan's brow furrowed as he glanced at her, an unpleasant expression crossing his face. The combination of his concern and the shock of the situation prompted him to probe further, wanting to understand the ev
Karla was a young woman with a vibrant personality and a quick sense of humor. She had a contagious laugh that could brighten up any room. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she chuckled, caught off guard once again by Duncan's unexpected compliment. It seemed to take her by surprise, but she couldn't help but find it amusing. "But that doesn't mean you're not a duckling," Duncan teased, a mischievous grin forming on his face. However, Karla didn't take the teasing in a good stride. She frowned, showing a hint of annoyance at his playful comment. It seemed like he had crossed a line, and she didn't appreciate it. Sensing her discontent, he decided to let go of her, realizing that he had pushed her buttons a bit too far. He shifted the topic, saying, "Anyway... You are welcome, Karla." Confused by his sudden change in tone, Karla questioned, "What?" "Don't bother to say thank you?" She shook her head, finding his behavior rather egotistical. "Geez, you're so full of yourself,"
Some minutes later, Duncan skillfully maneuvered the car into the parking lot of the Imperium Hotel. As the engine hummed to a stop, Karla expressed her gratitude. "Thanks for the drive," she said, reaching for the door handle and preparing to exit the vehicle. However, before Karla could step out, Duncan hastily opened his door and hurriedly joined her on the pavement. He reached out, gently catching her hand, causing her to pause in confusion. "What?" she asked, furrowing her brows. Duncan took a deep breath, his expression a mix of concern and apprehension. "Karla... don't," he said, his voice filled with a hint of urgency. She tilted her head slightly, puzzled by his cryptic words. "Excuse me? I don't get what you mean." Scanning her appearance from head to toe, Duncan waved his hands dramatically, his tone insistent. "Don't ever go out like this." Karla's confusion deepened, her brows knitting together. "I beg your pardon. I don't... understand." Duncan sighed, his
As Karla shut the door behind her, Abigail couldn't help but let out a frustrated curse word, feeling annoyed by her behavior. "That Karla is sometimes intolerable," she muttered, clenching her folded fist on the table. Abigail found Karla's constant need to show off in different ways and get under her skin irritating. Her annoyance grew as she envisioned Duncan putting on a jacket for Karla. The image of their shared moment during that display of affection made her hiss in frustration. She shut her eyes tightly and then flicked them open, trying to regain her composure. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves and push aside the thoughts that were bothering her. "I shouldn't be like this," Abigail whispered under her breath, her voice filled with self-doubt. Holding up her shoulders, she tried to summon confidence. "I'm Abigail Waclaw," she chanted softly to herself. "I shouldn't be this petty because of Karla. Yeah," she added with a determined tone, attempting to convi
Peterson's eyes widened in shock and astonishment, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped the phone tighter. His mind raced, trying to comprehend the gravity of the caller's words. At the same time, Karla, who had sat down on the edge of the bed, felt her own shock seep through every fiber of her being. The realization that Peterson was entangled in a dangerous situation sent a shiver down her spine. She felt she had stumbled upon something beyond her expectations, and now the stakes appeared higher than ever. Breaking the silence, Peterson mustered the courage to ask, his voice trembling slightly, "What do you mean?" The caller's response was cold and calculated, revealing an intimate knowledge of Peterson's circumstances. "I know you, Peterson. Currently, you're hiding from the people you're indebted to. Soon, the bank will take over everything you've got since you'll fail to pay your debt to them." Peterson's heart raced as he absorbed the caller's words. The realization