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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
There was a palpable tension that seemed to invade the air for a moment as Karla remained silent. Slowly, she let go of Abigail's arm and took a step back, her expression conflicted. Finally, she broke the silence, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. "Duncan is going to be upset with us... me especially when he finds out we went on with our plan together without informing him," Karla admitted, her tone heavy with concern. "But at this point, we have already come a bit far, and I think we should just carry on with our findings." Abigail's eyes widened in surprise, her brows furrowing. "Wait, so you are suggesting that we shouldn't tell Duncan anything about this strange person who called Peterson?" Karla hesitated, her reluctance almost turning into irritation. She let out a sigh and nodded begrudgingly. "I don't want to keep this from Duncan, but... we have got to do this," Karla said, her tone filled with a mix of guilt and determination. Abigail sighed, her frustrat
On the highway, Duncan rode his bike with caution, maintaining a safe distance between himself and Ma'am Luna's car to avoid arousing suspicion. As the car took its first turn to the right, Duncan reached the turning point and came to a stop. He observed intently as the car pulled up in front of a hideous-like restaurant, its exterior bearing the marks of time and neglect. Ma'am Luna emerged from the car, casting cautious glances in both directions before entering the establishment. Duncan, keen on maintaining cover, swiftly maneuvered his bike and parked it at the rear of the parking lot, positioned directly opposite the restaurant. From this vantage point, he had a clear view of the entrance and could keep a watchful eye on any activity that transpired. The parking lot itself was empty, save for a few scattered vehicles that appeared forgotten and worn. Duncan took a moment to assess the surroundings, noting the eerie ambiance that seemed to permeate the area. The faint hum
Duncan found Ma'am Luna standing a short distance away, her piercing gaze fixed upon him. His mind raced as he contemplated his next course of action, unsure of how to handle this unexpected encounter. As Ma'am Luna narrowed her eyes and began walking towards him, a frown formed on her face, indicating her displeasure or confusion at seeing Duncan in that particular location. Meanwhile, the waitress who had been involved in the collision left, grumbling about the incident."Duncan?" Ma'am Luna called out, recognizing him and sounding surprised."Gr... grandmother," he stammered, his voice reflecting his astonishment at coming face-to-face with her."What are you doing here?" Ma'am Luna asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Duncan was momentarily left speechless, caught off guard by the encounter. He tried to articulate a response but found himself unable to form coherent words. Ma'am Luna raised an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. "Did you follow me?" she questioned,